The boys, the kitchen, and me. This last week while I was on the treadmill Ryder wanted some peanut butter. Instead of coming to get me, which rarely happens if they are feeling the tiniest of hunger pains, he decided to open the jar himself. Since it was to hard to twist he decided to smash in the lid with some scissors or a knife. Mission accomplished. He had his spoon and was eating peanut butter.
A different afternoon and another one of their creations...Krabby patty sandwiches according to Jack and Ryder have bread, cheese (yes, they even used the cheese plane), parmesan cheese, and ranch. All mashed together. Tasty and messy.
Today, I made french toast for breakfast. The kids had eaten and I walked Sarah to school. While I was gone the boys decided they wanted a second breakfast. They had cracked eggs and mixed in blueberries and raisins. Then they were microwaving them. Ryan was in the shower and I walked into the house and discovered my two little chefs at work. There were cracked eggshells on the counter and dish towels soaked with eggs. We did turn their creation into pancakes.
You might think by now that I would have those magnetic locks on our cupboards but I still hope they will learn to come and ask for a little help. Oh well, I just need to teach them how to clean up better. And now when I leave them alone for awhile I leave a plate of apple slices on the table.