"Mama, aren't you glad I helped you?"
I stopped to survey my daughter and the state of my counter as well.
She had peach juice running down her chin, down her arms and elbows, all over her mouth, and covering her entire outfit.
There was peach juice running down my countertop, down the front of my dish-washer, and laying in a big puddle on my floor. The chair Cosette was standing on was also covered in peach juice.
I think that 99.9 % of the peaches she had helped me to take the skin off of had actually ended up in her tummy, not in the bowl.
We had begun this task with the idea that she would help me pull the skin off of the peaches to cut up, put in bags, and store in the freezer.
But now I had an extra huge mess to clean up.
But then, I looked at Cosette. She was so happy! Her tongue was still busy licking the remaining juice off of her lips. There is nothing like a sweet summer peach!
So, I gave my daughter a kiss, thanked her for helping Mommy so well, and stripped the sticky peach clothes off of her equally sticky body.
And I wondered to myself "Where would I be without my little helper?"