*note* Baking in a kitchen that is overwhelmingly disorderly is not fun.
I must confess: I was short with Mr. Intensity. [gasp!] I had a particular method in mind and he had the audacity to think out of the box.
It took a few minutes of my crankiness to come to the realization that there's nothing wrong with him being creative. Actually, most days I encourage it.
Good grief, if the boy wants to make triangle pretzels and pretzels that looked like cinnamon rolls, who cares?! I'm not alone. Sherry just posted similar sentiments.