Those two little humans I’m honored to spend time with love nothing more than to perch themselves on the bar stools, four elbows on the countertop in order to scrutinize and narrate my every move in the kitchen like a TV chef.
From chopping onions to slicing red peppers for an afternoon snack, to helping roll out pizza dough, I’m the star of the show.
“We have that same kind of hummus, Grandma.”
“Grandma, my almond butter at my house looks like yours!”
“I go to Trader Joes with Daddy. He lets me get snack bars. I like strawberry.”
“Did you get your almond butter from Trader Joes, Grandma?”
“I have a Traders too, Angel Girl, and a lot of the food I get at my store is the same food you get at your store. The next time I go there, come with me and we can compare all the labels and the similar types of food. Won’t that be fun?”
There was a unanimous request for breakfast burritos, so I placed all the ingredients on the counter and started preparing them like a short order cook.
When I opened the plastic bag of tortillas, I saw that SOME of them had a TINY–literally microscopic– bit of mold on them. (Ooops.)
That did NOT escape the eagle eyed surveillance of a curly haired little girl. She doesn’t miss a THING.
“Grandma, we have tortillas at our house too, but ours don’t have little green spots on them.”
“Why do your tortillas have little green spots on them, Grandma?”
She was seriously conjuring up a memory of the tortillas at her house and comparing them to these with admittedly very TINY moldy spots on them. As a reminder, this child is two and a half years old and speaks in complete sentences like her kindergarten brother.
I couldn’t stop laughing to myself because I have a slight problem I’ve tried to hide from everyone. It’s this: once in a great while, I confess that I’ve been known to camouflage or cut out mold on bread or tortillas and this brilliant and observant child just outed me to the world.
I poked through the layers of tortillas and found a couple that did NOT have telltale little green spots on them and finished their second breakfast of the day.
(Don’t worry, I don’t make a practice of serving moldy food!)
“Grammy, why are there so many seashells in your house?”
“Well, you know how much I love seashells and rocks, don’t you? I save them every time we go to the beach at your house and I bring them home.”
In the upstairs bathroom as I ran the water for a bath, T (the math lover) counted all the seashells, forgot where he stopped, and had to restart the count about four times.
“Grandma, there are thirty two seashells just right here.”
“That’s a nice even number”, I said, as we toss all the toys in the bath.
“But they’re everywhere!”
“Well, my friend, I guess you’ll have a lot of counting to do, right? But now it’s bath time, so in you go and then it’ll be time for Char’s bath.”
“Out of the mouths of babes” is so accurate. You gotta be on the top of your game 24/7 with those two bright humans.