The children have always loved helping me make dinner. When Mia was smaller, I used to sit her on the kitchen counter and she would "help" in whatever way she could. This is how my Daddy taught me how to cook, he would let me help him. One of my earliest memories is of him kneading dough on our wooden kitchen table in Essex.
Tonight the children wanted to prepare dinner by themselves so I decided to bite the bullet, hold back on my OCD tendencies and let them do it. Here they are preparing a salad. I love the way that Eden has chucked in a stalk of celery without chopping it up! (This was soon rectified by his bossy sisters).
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