Toddler Harbat has been growing up in our kitchen. She took her first steps there, and quickly learned where the bread was sliced.
I’ve always tried to include her in food preparation, and her recent Christmas present shows where her heart lies:
Last night she helped make pizza and I’m happy that she knows that pizza doesn’t come from a cardboard box but is a handmade crust, sauce, cheese, and toppings (which she calls decorations). So I was happy when last night during dinner she had a new meal suggestion for us.
“Babbo, maybe tomorrow for dinner you don’t make pizza with decorations but you can make chocolate chip cookies for dinner instead!”
Now why didn’t I think of that?