We were in charge of the turkey for my side's Thanksgiving this past weekend. Since "raw turkey" and "infant" shouldn't be said in the same sentence, she didn't get to help with that. But, for Luke's side on Thursday, we were in charge of twice baked potatoes. This she could help with.
First, she got to read the recipe book. She studied it very hard.
Next, we had to carry the potatoes up from down stairs. She had heard of "being carried like a sack of potatoes", but she was not amused...
Then she got to help wash and dry the potatoes. She wasn't entirely sure about sharing her seat with a potato. She was, however, intrigued by its funny texture.
She worked so hard making her potatoes.
So what did she do when it was time to eat her creations???
Sometimes it's so hard to be a Piper.