I love baking with my almost-2-year-old, but it can be quite a messy affair. An average session might involve her stealing fistfuls of chocolate chips, dumping sugar on the floor and rubbing dough into her hair. In order to protect her clothes from this toddler chaos, I was rigging up my adult-size apron and tying them on her like an elaborate toga. But after my contraption fell off for the hundredth time, it became clear to me that Lupe needed her very own little apron. Aprons are my number…
