is a favorite pastime of both Hannah and Naomi. They want to stand on chairs or stools or any surface that gets them face-to-face with the food (younger members of the help party fall *off* said surfaces every so often) and help! Yesterday they had a ball because Michael made biscuits for breakfast, chocolate chip scones for tea, and chicken for dinner. He tried to encourage them to come see me (reading in the living room) while he was making the chicken: "Hey girls, don't you want Mama to read to you?!?!?!?!"
His enthusiasm was not fooling anyone. He was cooking and they were going to help. Normally Michael loves the help, but with raw chicken, it's not so fun to have extra hands involved. He remembered the hand-in-the-herb-paste-on-the-raw-lamb incident from Easter and was hoping that the girls would be lured away by the 10 books that haven't yet been packed. Nothing doing.
Happily, nobody extra got chickeny hands yesterday, and they got to help Dada with a whole bunch of cooking and baking. This sort of kitchen help wins out over pretty much any other activity...so far. Once it gets nice enough to go outside, we'll have to see who wins.
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