One day while grocery shopping, my daughter decided she wanted to bake some brownies. The easy kind from a box. I had no problem with this and was very happy she wanted to bake all by herself, so we picked up the box mix, and headed home.
My daughter pulled out her apron, dragged the chair over to the counter so she could reach, and read the directions on the box step by step. I helped as much as she would let me, but for the most part she didn't need my help. I assisted with the oven, and when she was done, we placed them in to bake.
They came out beautifully, smelled great, and looked perfect. However, when it was time to cut them up, they wouldn't come out of the pan. I could see her eyes collecting the tears, so I thought fast and said 'we would make a brownie trifle' in the happiest voice I could make. I pulled out the strawberries, chocolate pudding and cool whip, and told her to go get the big glass bowl. I cut the strawberries, and made the pudding but gave her directions on how to layer everything. I let her make it by herself so that when the masterpiece was done, she could take all the credit.
Later that night we had company over, and they all commented how good it was, and not even just to be nice to the little girl - it was delicious! My daughter was proud of herself and I think learned a lesson that day - sometimes things just don't work out, but it's how you deal with it that decides the end result.