On Mother's Day, my oldest son (who's 6) decided to make me breakfast in bed. He brought me a hand full of raw almonds, an apple, a sandwich with jam on it "with no peanut butter because I couldn't find it," a biscuit with jam on it, and a glass of water with lemon in it. (That was really great water!) All week he has been sharing everything he eats with anyone who will take it including the cat and people passing by on the street. OK, not really on that last one, but he did share his cookie with three different kids at lunch today...
This morning, this was waiting for me on the kitchen table:
It's a "MI-NOO." And yes, the logo is an oven with smoke coming out of it. He has clearly been paying attention in this house...
Inside was a mouthwatering assortment of breakfast items. Cereal, peanut butter and jam sandwich, an orange, a banana, peanut butter and jam on a different kind of bread, hot milk, two eggs, grapes, an apple, and toast.
He has been watching me cook and photograph our food for the past year now, and has recently become very interested in the whole thing. Today my budding chef learned how to make toast. He fed our whole family a breakfast of buttered toast that he cooked all by himself! Naturally, I photographed it!
He is so proud!
Buttering it up.
Toast. In all its buttery glory...
He was so proud he even made himself a toque!
If you look closely, you can see the puffy lines he drew for the top. (I gotta get those kids some new markers...)
Mr. 4 wanted to be a waiter, but didn't want to stand still for a photo. Instead of holding the towel like I wanted him to, he stuffed it into the back of his shirt and ran off shouting, "I'm SUPER waiter!!"
Like any good chef, Mr. 6 is constantly updating his menu (he's been at it all day, I never know what's going to appear next!) So far, he has mostly picked food he can actually prepare himself. He's downstairs right now making some last minute adjustments. I know who's helping me with dinner tonight!