Paige inherited a stool. It's a little wooden stool that my dad made. It makes her just tall enough to really help out in the kitchen. We have now got a little helper in the kitchen. And, oh, does she like to help. If she discovers you've sneaked into the kitchen without her she comes running in screaming, "Paige Help! Paige Help!" She then drags the stool over to where you are. Lovely sounds of wood scraping tile fills the air.
Once your ears have recovered, you realize you have a 2 year old attached to you at the kitchen counter. And it is always her turn. She likes to help stir, whisk, and eat olives. She will help put stuff in a bowl. Especially olives. She puts things in the sink for you and then insists on washing her hands. If you're holding a knife she really likes to get up beside you. Knives seem to be a Paige magnet. The larger the knife the more quickly she comes running.
Paige has recently discovered that her stool lets her do other things too. Like reach the shelf with the cookies. Or get her own ice water out of the fridge door. She can't open the cookies by herself so she still brings them to us. And she hasn't discovered how to unlock the ice dispenser. When she realizes that we're in trouble.
Dragon Con 2017 Survival Tips!
2 days ago