Looks like a murder scene in the kitchen here because my Little Bug and I are making red velvet mini cupcakes (because we like to eat our feelings) and she done got that batter all up on her face and fingers and floor and pants. I got some on my pants and my hands, and we're dancing to "Pussy Be Yankin" on repeat (she doesn't know what it means, so keep your mom policin' at bay) and like, can you imagine if anybody walked in right now? Pussy Be Yankin' and fake blood everywhere? Damn!