I love to cook. To me, cooking is not just a life skill but a creative outlet and my way of lovin’ on people. And Sean seems to be cut from the same cloth. He has been standing at my knee in the kitchen since, well, since he could stand.
I won’t tell you all the things he can already do in the kitchen because I don’t want you to send blazing emails about how he should be wearing a helmet when standing in front of a hot stove with a sharp knife and what kind of mother would let … But the boy knows his way around the kitchen and that makes me very proud.
Yesterday I picked up some strawberries at the store that were so red and fat and just as tasty as they were pretty. Sean suggested that we dip them in chocolate and take them to our neighbors. I love how that boy thinks.
Of course we had to taste a few first. Just to make sure.
Yummy! And the strawberries were good too.