Three Inches of Flour

By Melinda:

Sunday Ella was helping her Dad build me a footstool for use at my craft table. Ella was measuring, marking, reading information back to Todd, etc., while Cole and I were in the kitchen baking a cake in our newly installed (and apparently functioning) oven. When Ella joined us in the kitchen I asked if she wanted to help bake the cake. She said yes with great enthusiasm. I told her she could measure the flour. Ella replied: "Great, I'll go get the tape measure." She cracks me up!