Flour all over the floor, pants on backwards, bubble wands held sideways, balancing acts gone wrong--every bit of my parenting being strains towards jumping in and fixing. I manage to restrain myself most of the time.
Because look what she does when we give her the chance.
She asks for a bowl, a wooden spoon, some playdough. For pinto beans, garbanzos, orange lentils, then quinoa. All by name. She makes pretend dinner alongside papa, who is making actual dinner.
She hardly spills at all. Then she climbs down from her stool and asks for the vacuum to clean up stray beans.
After she's in bed, papa and I actually clean up the stray beans.
It's worth it.
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Other nights, she winds around our legs screaming "HOOOOLLLLD YOUUUUU" while we try to saute. Ahhh, two!
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