Pie in My Face

No, literally. Because our girls made their cookie sales goal, they got to throw pie in our faces. They got to choose between me and the leader. Guess which one my daughter picked. I'll give you a hint: she's glad I couldn't throw back! It wasn't that bad. But it was cold! We were freezing when we went inside. It was so sticky - I had to wash my hair and face twice. I think I can still smell the whipped cream in my nose. :)
I think Kodi is enjoying that a little too much.
This is B - wonder if she still smells the whipped cream too.