Usually, I don't much care for help in the kitchen. From the kids that is. There's much they can't do and I worry about them burning themselves. Plus, the stool, if Jack gets wind of it, he's all over the counters. Not that he needs a stool to get on the counters these days.
But Last night, Samantha walked in with her new apron on and asked to help make dinner. I was just getting started, and I said yes. She did almost everything on the stove. Poured lots of stuff in and stirred, being very careful with the stove. She had a blast and did a great job. I know it made her feel special and that made me happy.
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