My kids absolutely LOVE to help me cook. In the past, I absolutely LOVED when they didn’t. The fighting over chairs, fears that someone would get hurt (me), and how long the whole process takes made me avoid it as much as possible. Lately I have found that permitting helpers teaches all of us. I learn patience and delight in the process rather than the product and they actually learn to cook.
I was surprised today when E was able to make pigs in blankets with no trouble at all. And I was smiling when they all donned oven mitts and declared themselves "Baker boys." Aren’t they fabulous?