So that's what we did. I love having kids. You can pretend you do it all for them, when it's really all for you.
After the kids were covered in chocolate and milk mustaches, I realized that the floor was a little sticky. I may have gotten a little crazy with the mixing and flung a bit of cookie dough on the floor. Then along came a little pair of feet to traipse it through the house. So yeah, I spent the rest of the evening mopping the floors. I'm not too upset though. It just means I can eat an extra cookie (or two).