I made the cookie dough yesterday while they were trying to fly a kite in the horrendous wind. They were in and out of the house and walking past me, and fortunately, never asked what I was doing. Amy did ask this morning what was in the covered container in the fridge.
We baked the cookies after church. They cooled for about an hour, and the girls were raring to go. Granted the clean up afterward isn't likely any better than from hard-boiled eggs, but the spoils are definitely sweeter.