Water, salt, oil. Heat. Add flour. And mix.
He is so proud about how involved he can be in this process and it is nothing but a pleasure to watch him wield his great mixing spoon with such precision. And by that I mean, look how much appears to be staying in the bowl. Incredible.
We sat around the table for a bit and imagined what kind of birthday party it would be, who would be coming and what we would be eating. We would be eating cake, of course (which is what I had originally had in mind to be eating right then except that we made play dough instead). So Owen decided on a party for his dog friend whose name is NoodleEatingPoodle (from Dr. Seuss, naturally) and his friend, Cow, who brought him a birthday crown to wear on his very special day.
Oh how I love those little hands (and mind) at work.
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