I appear to have passed that love on as both boys enjoy helping out. (ignore the bed head...no need to get fancy for the kitchen work.)
So, imagine my joy when my baby has started asking to experiment with recipes. YAY! Maybe he'll be a famous chef one day and have his own restaurant! So of course I had to encourage him right? So I let him make a ketchup and mustard sandwich. Which, for the record, will NOT be gracing any menus anytime soon. We've added hotdogs to toast, and he's dipped his tortilla chips in a virgin strawberry daqueri. But, today's request has taken the cake...so to speak.
"Mom, will you slice me up some bananas and pickles?"
What can I say to that? He asked so sweetly, batting his super long eyelashes to let me know that he really did want the "salad" he was asking for....
So of course I said the only thing I could. "Ummm, no." Yeah, okay, I was saved by Daddy telling the kid that we're out of pickles (which we are) but...yeah, I may have to come up with another dream for him. Apparently chef isn't going to do it.
Although the other night he told me he was going to be a rock star. When I encouraged him he announced he'd play the drums and get all the girls, so maybe this chef thing isn't a complete loss yet.
