God blessed me with an "all boy" boy.
That means he is always getting into some sort of trouble.
Always pulling things out, always making a mess, always into something.
I really try to guide his energy.
Really, I do.
It's good for him, and I don't get frustrated.
So, we cook, a lot.
I let him use his first "knife" (a little spatula)
His chicken spaghetti is divine!
One day, his wife will thank me!
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