8:22 pmThank you, little chefs
Yesterday morning, Jachin and Zoe got up extra early (which was tough, because it was a Sunday) and decided to make me breakfast in bed. They’ve had clear ground rules laid down in regards to the kitchen. The only thing electrical they’re allowed to use without parental assistance is the toaster. No stove, no blender, no griddle, and certainly they’re to use nothing sharper than a butter knife. With these ground rules in mind, they set out to make me a sumptuous early morning treat. So I hear a bunch of clanking and drawers slamming and little-kid-whispering. Then Zoe runs down the hall and sticks her head into our bedroom and says, “Mom, we are making you a surprise. DO NOT come out into the kitchen.” Okay, fair enough. But then fast-forward another 30 minutes or so. I’m getting ready for church, the kids have to get ready for church, I’ve just remembered that it’s Fast Sunday, and that queasy feeling from last night is coming back to me. I tell the kids that I can’t eat their fabulous breakfast because 1) it’s fast Sunday (which I probably would have let slide because of all of their hard work) and 2) I’m feeling incredibly sick to my stomach. We’re hustling out the door to church when the kids start whining, “We never had any breakfast!” Crap. But we had to look no further than the counter to see a lovely plated dish of buttered toast with cut fruit on top; strawberries, bananas, and apples. (All of these roughly cut because they had to use a butter knife.) The kids each grabbed a piece and we headed out.
Later, Jachin told me that I should at least blog about this so everyone will know what he and Zoe tried so very hard to do. So thank you, my little chefs. Mom loves you.
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