While making cookies this weekend (lime sugar cookies? Yum.), Piper decided she wanted to help.
Unfortunately, her version of “help” is quite… um… limited. So she got to “help” make sure that they weren’t burning.
Her patience for them to come out of the oven rivals my own (you know- you can’t wait to eat one, so you snack on some dough- shh, don’t tell on me- but you can’t exactly give that to your one-and-a-half-year-old, so you have to try and carefully sneak without her seeing. I think I deserve a ninja merit badge for my abilities.)
She screamed at the oven the whole time.
Yup. That’s my kid.
…she even got a bib out of the cabinet and brought it to me to put on her in preparation. Eons before they were ready.
She hasn’t quite gotten the idea that things go into the oven to be cooked, and you can’t eat them until they come out. I’m pretty sure she thinks it’s a magic box meant to perpetuate her own frustrations…