Can I be Daddy's helper?
The other day I was cooking dinner and Parker wanted to help. This routine typically consists of him (or Rylie) sitting on the counter next to my stuff and begging to stir/pour/look. Everything was going along according to protocol; I seasoned the meat, chopped some onion and garlic and turned for ONE SECOND to heat the pan. When I turned around Parker was 'seasoning' the onions, exactly as he thought I would like. The result was about four dollars of seasoned salt assaulting the onions, with a healthy dash moving in on the garlic. Daddy finished the meal without help.