Baking with little darlings is magical. Especially for them. My girls shriek in delight at the mention of an opportunity to ‘help’ in the kitchen. It doesn’t matter that we often don’t completely consume our finished goods, because their pride is in the process…in saying “I measured, and mommy let me pour, and then I mixed all by myself!” So what if there was a dusting of flour which trailed into two rooms…it was a giggle-worthy replacement for the absence of snow this winter! We had fun and the Hamantaschen were yummy! It turns out that four little hands are an adequate support in compensating for my one now-almost-always-holding-a-baby-boy-bundle hand.