Last night I documented (for posterity and anyone considering having a third child) what cooking with a toddler is like.
This first picture is 10 minutes into cooking. I was able to focus and so was able to pound chicken breasts (tenderize and flatten) and get them in the griddle pan and snap the green beans. What’s my secret? Ye old blind eye.
2 seconds later…
2 seconds later…
Negative time later… think we moved backwards 5 minutes. Time concepts get hazy in the kitchen wormhole.
Time sense totally gone by now. Me revert back to primitive, pre-civilization time concepts. Somewhere between setting of bright sky ball and earth mother sleep in blanket of darkness later…
If it was only 10 minutes later how did I age 3 years?
Did I mention she woke up at 4:30am today? She woke up at 4:30am today.
Good thing she’s cute.
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