baking, sad

It's a shame that the boy was asleep by the time this finished baking as it turned out to have a poor wee sad face on it; earlier he'd been poking through the various bits of molested paper in the bag of such things we bring back from nursery every few months and brought out an adult-drawn sadface which had evidently been used to try and teach about feelings or expressions. Wonder if he'll recall either the kneading or drawing in the morning.