Invasion of the Tiny Tots

A few of Dr & Mrs H's tiny blond and blue-eyed grandchildren are visiting for the holidays.  Lucy, age 2, and her brother Jimmy, age 4 are providing hours of endless entertainment

Lucy: Need EGGS!  Need more eggs RIGHT NOW!  Those are MY crumbs! [running around the living room with a red plastic bucket on her head]
Jimmy: I slept for 40 hours.  Can I have a bandaid? [Scooby Doo bandaids are a particularly hot commodity in this household right now, and the kids keep making up excuses for needing more bandaids]

After I was done with clinic and hospital patients for the day, I prepared the dough for my notoriously decadent cinnamon buns with lots of brown sugar, butter, and cinnamon.  They never turn out exactly the same because I don't really use a recipe.  I let the dough rise overnight, and this morning I could hear the children running through the house at 5 am like a herd of stampeding elephants.  I went to the kitchen to check on the bread dough which had almost tripled in size.

The kids were very curious about the dough, so I set them up at the kitchen island, each with their own ball of dough, and taught them how to flatten the dough, spread the cinnamon & brown sugar filling on top, roll it into a log, and divide the log into little buns with cinnamon swirls.  They each got their own tiny baking pan and their own private stash of child-size cinnamon buns...which they refused to share with anyone...including their own father.