A couple weeks ago I got home from dance class to a dinner of homemade pizza. Sean told me that Cara had helped make it. Really. Not like she clung to his leg while he made it, she actually assisted in the creation of dinner. Since then we’ve been putting her to work in the kitchen on a regular basis. She loves it. Granted, it’s not the most efficient use of resources in the kitchen, but it’s fun. And since that fateful pizza night, every time she has seen the picture of a pizza slice in one of her books she points at it and asks “Daddy? Daddy? Pizza? Daddy?”
Yesterday pizza night rolled around again. Sean wasn’t home from work, so I decided to start dinner and see what the girl could do in the kitchen. I told her we were going to make pizza and she rolled her sleeves up and started rubbing her hands together saying “soap?” Good girl. Wash before cooking! I got the ingredients out, put her on the counter and started working. I rolled the dough out and put it in the pan. Cara patted every inch of the dough saying “pat pat pat” quietly to herself while she smacked it. I spread the sauce out just as Sean got home. Then he took over.
He held the cheese while she carefully sprinkled handfuls onto the pizza quietly saying “cheese cheese cheese” with every addition.
Test bites were taken. He gave her a package of pepperoni and she laid each piece out muttering “meat meat meat” to herself. He gave her olives and she shoved them into her mouth by the handful. She loves olives, we didn’t get to enjoy any olives on the pizza this time.
I love her little comments. Just like when she kept whispering “belly button” at the last Cafe Shimmy show
Such a sweet, coy little girl!