Wednesday, May 16, 2012
KIDDING, kidding, kidding. I really gave him a baking sheet and a bag of broccoli and then gave him this TOTALLY AGE APPROPRIATE task: "Here Henry, we're going to make roasted broccoli. Take the pieces out of this bag one at a time and put them on the pan, and then we'll put them in the oven."
When I return to the kitchen, there is Henry, on his chair with a baking sheet full of broccoli. Hooray! He's a culinary genius! What a kid!
"Great job!" I chirped. "You did so well! You filled up the whole..."
Then I got closer. He HAD filled up the whole pan.
And every single piece of broccoli had one hearty bite taken out of it.
I suppose I should just be glad he likes vegetables, yes?
(We totally ate the whole pan anyway. In case you were wondering how we roll. With the punches, friends, with the punches.)