Miss-D Makes Breakfast!

I have historically underestimated her ability...I don't mean that I think she is too goofy to do things, I am talking about her being too young. When she was about 18 months old we took her to some kind of "Fun Zone" place...you know the kind with the tubes and slides and ball pits? Like Chucky Cheese but no crazy arse mouse and the pizza isn't $15 a slice...

So we find the area that is just for the little kids, the area marked 4 and under...After we had run off all of the 12 year olds who's parents are no where to be seen, we settled in. There was this little slide, with a ladder. She kept going over to climb up and I kept pointing her in another direction. Finally I just let her try, thinking she would get to the top and flip out...boy was I wrong. She did not even pause when she got to the top, after about 5 minutes she was sliding down on her stomach, upside down; we just stood there with our mouths hanging open.

It wasn't that it was extraordinary that an 18 month old could play on a slide...I just really thought of her as more of a baby than she really was. It never occurred to me that she could do it. We left there and went straight to the toy store and bought her a slide. We set it up in our living room and she lived on the thing for the next year!

So 11 years have passed and I have had another "slide" moment. I was going to make pancakes for breakfast this morning. So I got everything out and she asked to help. I was hovering over her, reminding her not to touch the edge of the pan, etc...Finally, I just let go, she did very well. She produced a tower of perfectly cooked pancakes, without my help.

The fact that I have just now let her cook on her own (read-with me checking in only every 3 or 4 minutes) is ridiculous (My mom is reading this and nodding her head). She has been saying that she wants to be a chef since she could talk. She plans do get a degree in business and own her own restaurant, she has taken a cooking class. She loves to cook and I have got to start letting her do it. I HAVE to get over my fear of her burning herself or starting a fire or cutting her finger off....

I am going to try to remember her flying down the slide with a huge grin on her face, and the giant stack of perfect pancakes that she was so proud of and try to let go, a little......



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**It has been reported that the Chucky Cheese in Birmingham has a FULL BAR! Hummmmm...see a need, fill a need....**

**My husband once worked at Chucky Cheese, he was actually CHUCKY!!! He had to do the little dance and song at birthday parties. His showbiz career was short lived, after being hit in the gonads the 2nd time by rowdy tots he was relocated to the kitchen.**