Og enjoys joining me for dinner prep. No. Not to help. He likes to observe. Sing. Distract. Swipe the carrot pieces closest to the chopping knife. And sometimes just be entertainment for the worker(s).
“Look, Mom! I’m just like you. Diss is my compuder. I’m making a message.” Which is later followed by,
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!! Someone ate my compuuuuuuuuuder!!!”
This is what I call, “perhaps we will have skillet lasagna with rotini for dinner tonight instead.”
