I think, by now, my daughter can sense when the household is getting busier than normal. Or maybe she just gets tired of me making spaghetti whenever I’m stressed. Six of one, I would imagine…
I also know she’s a creature of great tradition. Tell her ‘family dinner’ and she will be the first one helping and planning. It isn’t often the, now, four of us all end up sitting down at the same time. Or for the same food. I sort of cringe whenever she says, “I want to make dinner for the family tonight!” because I know we are more than likely short on ‘two things that match’, as the line goes.
But, I do love seeing her command the kitchen by herself and utilizing the “hacks” she’s learned on Youtube like opening pop top cans with a butter knife (what’s the worst that can happen?!) and saving away unused portions of things. Everyone gets a normally dormant seasonal placemat from the buffet, one piece of silverware and a ‘YUGE cup of water…with a straw. And we chat and eat her dinner happily…then send her sister out for Culver’s after bedtime.
Even though peas mixed with butterscotch pudding is not actually quite as repugnant as you’d think, hold on to your eyeballs…and your stomachs, friends.
Have a great week, everyone!