The pixie woke up from her nap just wailing. Inconsolable.
Until I asked her if she wanted to help me make cookies. She dumped the sugar, the flour, the oats, and the chocolate chips into the oatmeal chocolate chip cookie dough, then watched me scoop them out onto the cookie sheet.
Last night, she helped me make the pasta bake--dumped the 16 oz package of macaroni into the pan, then stirred the sauce and water into the pasta before we put it in the oven.
I thought I would have at least another year before she started wanting to help me cook. And even now, it's almost impossible to keep her away from the stove.
6 hours ago