We probably have many toys in this house because I’m crazy about them. These days, Wesley’s stacking toys, little wooden car, pull-along crocodile, etc. often sit untouched. The kid would rather be in the kitchen taking bottles of cupcake sprinkles out of the baking cabinet and shaking them all around. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if I walked into the kitchen right now and found a hundred blue sprinkles all over the floor.
But as I mentioned last week, Wes is really enjoying his new little kitchen. And I’m as wild about it as he is. I can’t wait to get us some proper tiny wooden pots and pans. We have had to resort to cooking our eggs and cabbage in plastic cups. At least we have access to water, orange juice, ketchup, milk, honey and strawberry jam. Our toast are better for it. And we don’t even mind storing our egg carton in the washing machine. We’ll make use of all the space we have:
It may just be true that becoming a parent is the closest you’ll come to re-living your own childhood. It sure is looking that way for me…
(me, November 1979)