Friday, March 21, 2008
They try to help.
Like when they insist upon sitting on the counter as I make a salad to accompany dinner.
I appreciate it when they sample the produce before I chop it up. This way I know its suitable for consumption. And so what if it winds up covered in kiddie saliva? It's like my secret ingredient in the vinagrette.
Jordan's gotten to the stage where he savors his independence more. So I assign him all the light housekeeping tasks. Cleanliness is next to godliness, they say.
But for the entree, I wait till they are napping. Anything involving boiling sauce and 375 degree ovens is best left to the grown ups.