My Big Kids are in the kitchen making "dirt." This involves instant chocolate pudding, Oreo cookie crumbs, a meat tenderizer, a wisk, plenty of pounding, and a good many very strange comments and questions--the kind that make me glad I'm in the other room:
"Mom, where's that rubber mallet?"
"Can I use that big hammer?"
"I'll hammer YOU!"
"Let's toss it back and forth."
"Ziplock bags are not meant to be meat-tenderized, filled, and thrown."
"Don't spit in the pudding!"
I'm refraining from giving helpful hints. For that matter, I don't even want to WATCH! But I might taste the "dirt" later, if I can be reassured that no one spit in the pudding.