“Can I watch you, Mommy?”
I hear these words often from Katie when I am cooking in the kitchen. I sometimes feel annoyed because it’s easier and quicker to just prepare the meal myself, but I smile and say yes, of course and lift her up to the counter to watch. This familiar scene played itself out Sunday night.
“Want to help?” I asked.
Katie and I chopped and mixed and measured and layered the ingredients. We chatted while we worked about vegetables and gardens and monkeys and ballet. I set the casserole in the oven to bake, and forty-five minutes later we gathered around the table to eat.
“This is really good,” my husband said with his mouth full.
“It is good,” Katie agreed, spooning another heap into her mouth. “Probably because I helped so much. I made it gooder.”
I smiled across the table.
You sure did, Katie. You make everything gooder.