**Apologies to my friends who have already heard all about this on Facebook**
I’ve been doing unauthorized science experiments again.
I actually sort of … accidentally exploded some eggs while trying to boil them. A reasonable person might ask, alarmed, How on earth does that happen?
Not being a reasonable person myself, I can tell you: Continue reading
Oh, come on. I’m my father’s daughter. I couldn’t pass that up.
You know who loves corn? My weird kid. He begs for it, and when I bring it home from the grocery store, will eat it raw off of the cob! (Although he does prefer it cooked). Once I’ve cooked up a half-dozen ears, he’ll spend the next few days eating them as snacks until they’ve all been consumed.
This picture kills me. I had to include it twice.
I made pancakes for breakfast this morning, in celebration of a long awaited free dress day at school and the upcoming weekend.
B is obsessed with cooking, and always want to help out in the kitchen – which I usually discourage, because we have possibly the tiniest, least hospitable kitchen ever. (Just ask the leaking pipe spewing water on my cabinets or the two square feet of counter space.) However, B was up and dressed (in his alligator t-shirt, because his teacher loves ‘gators), and dying to help out, so I agreed to let him help me flip pancakes…
And he immediately burned his index finger on the hot skillet. This is his first burn, and I know it hurt – although it didn’t blister up, so I don’t think it’s that bad. BUT, it was 7:15 am, and he was miserable. I got him an ice pack and apologized profusely, telling him that I really want him to be able to help me in the kitchen, but that everything is so hot! I said, maybe you can help me tomorrow – we can do something that doesn’t involved hot skillets or the stove.
He looked at me thoughtfully, and said,
I know how I can help you right now, Mommy! I can help you eat the pancakes!
I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.