Someone was digging in my veggie basket the other day, stealing an onion and a beet to cook in his little kitchen. Seriously, this boy is going to end up a chef. I caught him today, dragging a chair over to the (big) stove with his little frying pan, looking like he was about to do some real cooking! Good thing our stove controls are on the back wall, out of reach. For now, anyway.
He can cook bacon, crack eggs into a bowl and scramble them all by himself. He’s going to be cooking me breakfast by his 3rd birthday . I’m so lucky to have a kid that loves spending time in the kitchen! Seriously, with my crazy diet restrictions, I cook three meals a day from scratch, and make a lot of other stuff on top of that (baked goods, kombucha, etc), so we do end up in the kitchen a large part of the day.
The only thing he loves more than cooking is spending time outside. This weekend we took a walk around a local pond, and he loved catching minnows in his bug net, throwing rocks into the water with Daddy, and hiking in the woods.