My stubborn, little, sous chef. I’m often guilty of trying to shoo children out of the kitchen when I’m prepping dinner. This 100 year old kitchen isn’t the most child friendly and my prep space is fairly minimal…I’m also just bad about planning out dinner and am often tossing things together last minute. But E refuses to be dissuaded. She hangs around, asking questions, making comments and begging to help. She even noticed me grabbing cloves of garlic and immediately ran to grab the garlic press, announcing that I’d need that next. How can one say no to such persistence?
A Pattern of Words 
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