Writing this cracks me up. Ivy believes that I make the best cocoa ever. She won't let her dad make cocoa for her, because I make it so well. I never thought that I would be renowned with my daughter for my hot chocolate making abilities. Maybe my skills as a massage therapist and a frequent avoider of barcode scanners while shopping for the family's clothes.
Want the recipe? It is sooooo complicated.
Run the warm water.
Empty a packet of swiss miss into a cup with a lid.