Zachary, our youngest, is not his sisters. When they were young, we could send them off to watch a video while Krista or I fixed dinner. Not Zachary. He has to be there, in the kitchen, watching from close up. He will tug at your leg until you lift him up high enough that he can see what is on the stove. He wants to see what is being stirred. He wants to see what you are chopping on the cutting board. If you put him down, because, in general, it isn't wise to chop onions with a sharp chef's knife while holding an 18 month old can of wiggly worms, he will protest. LOUDLY. Tugging on our legs until he can see again.
He also likes to empty our kitchen cabinets of all our non-stick cookware. The girls loved tupperware. A cupboard of tupperware was good for 15 minutes of dinner prep. Tupperware doesn't cut it for Zach. He needs heavy metal, metal that makes noise when you clang the lids and stir with wooden spoons.
When we bought him Christmas presents, I thought, "Hey, this is the first Christmas where I can go and buy little son some boy stuff. Better yet, some manly construction stuff." So, I bought a big tub of legos. Great find, I thought.
Well, it turns out is wasn't the right "type" of legos. So Krista went to return them and get another brand that would match another set of legos we already had. Apparently, not all legos work together. When she came back, she didn't have legos. No, she bought something else. She bought ... a kitchen set.
On Christmas day, Zachary loved opening presents for a while. He quickly lost interest in his stuffed animal and other things. But guess what? He loves that cooking set. He got out the pieces and quickly set up kitchen in the front room. He started stirring and organizing and cooking.
I think the boy may have found a possible calling.
Need an energetic cook that can crack enamel off of a metal dish? Give us a call. We may have your chef.
Here he is, cooking away:

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