The other morning Emma was determined to help me cook breakfast, no matter how much longer it would take me to make scrambled eggs and toast with jelly. So I naturally caved and let her supervise the entire process. After gobbling up two eggs and a slice of toast I'd say she was pretty pleased with her work. It was actually really fun for me as well because I don't think I have ever seen her so proud of herself. She was concentrating so hard on cracking the eggs "in a gently way" and stirring ever so softly that it completely melted my heart. Maybe tomorrow she can help me make pancakes!
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