While I was running Jarvis his bath on Wednesday night, I heard a joyous squeak coming from the kitchen.
"What are you doing in there, Jarvis"
"I love cooking, Mummy! I love it!"
The kitchen & bathroom are right next to each other (our house is of a curious design...), so I peeked out the bathroom door to see my small boy had dragged a chair up to the stove, and was happily pouring peanut oil into the onions & bacon I had frying gently for a pasta sauce...
About a cup of peanut oil, to be more precise. Quite a lot of it. The last of the bottle, even. My first thought was 'no no no no no no...' - but the smile on his face was too gorgeous for me to pack a hissy - especially when he told me again "Oh Mummy,I really love cooking!" .
So instead of admitting defeat and going to get fish & chips, I drained off the peanut oil into a cup, and instead of pasta for dinner we had really really awesome fried rice with bacon & veges & a peanut sauce :)
It's all about perspective - disaster, or opportunity for a fantastic two year old to lead you in the direction of a dinner which was probably better than what it was originally intended to be!