This post is not about my cooking is about my almost 7 years old boy cooking. I love cooking or baking with my son. He has an apron and a chef hat and he wears them with pride. I let him in the kitchen since he could walk. He will make a huge mess but it was fun.
This time I had to work so he planned cooking with his grandma: chocolate cookies for Santa. This time was a rehearsal for Christmas.
When I got home I listen to the great stories. He told me that he and grandma made “small mistakes”. He broke the cocoa bag on the floor and an egg on the table and grandma broke a bottle of milk.
This was funny because I know how the kitchen looks after we are cooking: flour on the floor and on the table, broken eggs on…
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