Cooking

Tonight Finn helped me cook. I didn't necessarily want to put Finn up in that chair, but I didn't have a lot of options. Michael wasn't home and Finn would not let go of my legs (he wanted me to hold him.) This was our compromise. . .

Yes, we were next to the hot stove and yes, were right next to the knives, but no injuries.

Finn pretending to cook with a measuring cup and measuring spoon. Too bad I read that the culinary arts is one of the ten lowest paying jobs.

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