In the morning when I was doing my baking I did it alone as Scarlett (who is my usual baking companion) was busy playing lego and k’nex with Davies. I popped outside to hang some washing out while the brownies were in the oven and heard the oven door open and then close. Then Scarlett appeared outside:
‘I took your brownies out of the oven because they’re done Mummy’ she said.
She had gone into the kitchen, smelt something cooking, checked the oven and correctly identified them as brownies, stuck a knife in to check if they were done, decided they were supposed to be gooey rather than come out clean like cakes, got the oven gloves and removed them from the oven.
Sometimes that girl just leaves me open mouthed!
You’ve taught her well 🙂
Don’t let her learn how to do the laundry though, you don’t want to be completely redundant 😉
Ah she’ll be too short to reach the washing lines and put things on the right lines for ages yet – stunted children make for less competition in household tasks generally 😉
She’d just take a chair out to stand on, surely? I think it might be dangerous to underestimate her 😉
Shit you’re right. I am superfluous around these parts. I must find a new calling. At once! 😆
I heard there’s this lion tamer bloke down under who’s looking for a new partner … 😉
😆 are you suggesting I go and be Lion Woman or pack Tarly off for the role?