He thinks he's big

I was upstairs for a bit (maybe I was sewing and not paying as much attention as I should have been...) and when I came downstairs, Clark had taken it upon himself to start making sugar cookies. He had already gotten out the recipe, the butter and some other ingredients. How could I say no to that?

So here we are rolling out the dough (I turned my back and Peter emptied out half the container of flour).

And waiting for the cookies to finish baking.

Clark sure cracks me up sometimes.