So, when my husband takes residence in the kitchen to prepare our family a delicious meal, Malcolm grabs his little stool and is right there along side him.
Long-sleeved tee-shirt: Old Navy (thrifted for $0.50)
Sweatpants: Jumping Beans (thrifted for $1.50)
Socks: Old Navy (gift)
Using the food processor or coffee bean grinder?
Malcolm wants to push the buttons.
Using dried spices?
Malcolm wants to shake the containers.
Malcolm wants to roll the garlic peeling device.
Need a cookbook?
Malcolm will happily bring it over.
I'm sure he'd also be happy to help cut, or chop, or any of the other cooking tasks that are more appropriate for adults, but, for now, he seems satisfied with a front row seat.
I wonder how old he should be before we really put him to work ...