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| "I hope she doesn't blow it." |
In the picture to the right, we are making grilled pork chops. Daddy has a terrific recipe for barbecuing them that makes them turn out very moist and flavorful.
The girls actually love this dish, but they really love to make it because you get to "paint" the marinade on. They take turns and both think that the other one sucks at doing it. Here, Hayden is clearly not satisfied with Ellie's level of work. I personally think Ellie shows great form here but that is beside the point to our first born.
Of course they love to put on their aprons and help out. This apron that Ellie models for us on the left was a gift from Aunt Shelley and it is so cute.
One day, Savannah realized that it would be good for them to have their own kitchen. So she went to her favorite kids toy food spot, Melissa and Doug, and ordered one up.
When it came in the building was more than Daddy had bargained for (we're talking a Christmas level of building), but it was a super cute kitchen and the girls absolutely love it. Ellie especially loves taking cookies out of the kitchen and saying "hot". Hayden likes to be a server and take people's orders. She did this prior to the kitchen getting here and we could order whatever we want be it milkshakes, cheeseburgers, pizza, you name it. We lived large when it came to pretend meals.
Now that she has a kitchen with food, albeit fake, we aren't so lucky. Conversations go like this:
Hayden: What would you like to order? (with paper and pen)
Daddy: I'll take a cheeseburger please.
Hayden: We don't have cheeseburgers.
Daddy: Oh. Well, I guess I'll have some cake.
Hayden: We don't have cake either.
Daddy: Pizza?
Hayden: Nope.
She's actually perfected the annoyed waitress look.
Now I just jack with her. A recent exchange went this way:
Hayden: What do you want to order, Daddy?
Daddy: I'll have a milkshake.
Hayden: We don't have milkshakes.
Daddy: What?!?!? It says you do on the menu! (I pull out a random piece of paper with random writing on it and hand it to her. Her face was flabbergasted as she looked at the paper trying to understand why the menu said milkshakes when they clearly didn't have them)
Hayden: (distraught, but she regrouped solidly) Well, I don't know who made this but we don't have any. How about orange juice or Diet Coke?
To her credit, the next day she had a full menu that she scribbled on a piece of white paper. I was not allowed to order anything off the menu. This was difficult considering the menu was a bunch of squiggly lines.
Daddy: I guess I'll have the spaghetti.
Hayden: DADDY!


