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Truth is, the kids did have fun. The parents could appreciate how activities like this are worth all the effort, but the mess is too much. Tyler even did some online searches on the scuba and the rumba (the little robot floor cleaners). As we were making these cookies Sydney asked if we should give any of them to our friends. Tyler and I laughed pretty hard about how we really should give some to our worst enemy. Which then lead to a discussion on the word enemy. So who will be getting the cookies? The kids decided we should share them with Satan. Pretty funny.