The “Mommy’s Meatloaf” Edition
This is George, Kid Number Six and resident sous-chef:
He’s three, going on 30.
Seriously, how many 3-year-olds like to help their mom make meatloaf?
Exactly all of them, that’s how many.
Which is why I let him help.
We washed our hands with soap first—obviously—and then…well, basically we went to town. Squish! Squish! Add-a-splash-of-sauce! Squish! We were nearly done with all our squishing when: “I need a Tweenex!” George announced.
I ran to wash my hands and grab him one because, according to George, that errant drip might fall in the meatloaf and “that would be weally dwoss.”
And he is right but the story’s still cute.
PS. Please don’t tell the health inspector.