Is this a cry for help?

So, I'm getting the girls out of the bath and picking up their room and I hear the dull beat of Polka Music downstairs. I go down and see this! Dan wearing my Neuschwanstein Apron with a bowl on his head, a spatula and giant bag of chocolate chips in his hands. Evidently he was really happy to make cookies tonight... and thought it would be fun to listen to polka music while cooking???? I hear yodeling...