Who you callin' Crazy?

Yesterday we stopped by the grocery store on the way home to pick up some milk. We normally get it delivered, but we seem to go through more milk than Olivia goes through diapers. So we stopped for more milk, and just happened to walk down the cake/brownie/frosting/all things good but bad aisle. It might have been on purpose, but I'll never admit it. Anyways, I saw that brownie mix was 2 for 1 and Annie saw that cupcake mixes were also right there for the taking. Since I didn't want her to call me out on snagging the brownies, I didn't say anything when she tossed a box of strawberry cake mix into the cart. What can I say? When we are both happy, then we're both happy! So since it is a Thursday night and we've got nothing better to do, we made the cupcakes. Or should I say I mixed up the batter and tried to get as much of it into the cupcake pan as I could before Annie ate it all. It started with an innocent little finger dipped into the batter, then turned into overflowing spoonfuls. I told her I hoped she wouldn't get a stomach ache and added that she was crazy. She turned right around and said, "Mamma, you're driving me crazy!" Well, at least we are all in the same boat. She drives me bonkers and I drive her crazy! It must run in the family, because we all know that Nana is crazy too! (XO Nana!)