The other night, Emma took over in the kitchen and prepared her first stif-fry all by herself.  Holding the knife with great care (whew), she sliced all the veggies (except for the onions to avoid the tears), stood up on her little stool wearing her cute little apron from Aunt Slater and sauteed away!  Delicious! 

After we ate, she asked me “why don’t you like cooking mom?”  I said, “Well, I just don’t like cooking alone” at which point she told me that she loved cooking and would do it with my anytime.  Maybe she’ll be a chef one day…..if she decides not to be a “bone hunter” as she proclaimed last year.  We’ll see.  Lots of possibilities out there.