There was a funny moment when he stirred too vigourously and flicked some batter onto his arm, the table, and the floor. And he proceeded to melt into a gush of giggles :) It was sweet that he wanted to help me clean up after, and tried to wipe up the specks of flour and dough that he had flicked onto the floor. I say tried, cos he was essentially pushing all the flour and dough around on the floor :) But it's the thought that counts heh.
I think this was the first time that he was really able to do most of the stuff himself. I basically just helped with measuring and maybe the final stir to check that the flour was mixed in properly. But he did the rest of the pouring and mixing on his own. So I told him that "Mummy helped Asher", instead of "Asher helped Mummy".
It was also nice to have the kitchen to ourselves. I enjoy the freedom of not being 'watched' (for lack of a better word) in my own home, which was something I often felt when our helper was around. Left the real cleaning till after his bedtime so that I could just spend the entire afternoon with him.
Dinner was a muffin, and breakfast the next morning too :)
Creaming the butter and sugar
Beating the eggs
Looking at the speck of batter on his arm
Giggling away
Scooping the batter into the muffin tray
Going, "WHOA!" each time he dumped a scoop of batter into the loaf tin
Cleaning under his chair :)
Ta da!
Eating & giggling while remembering how he flicked the batter around :)
Brekkie the next day
Being silly and squashing his face with the container cover :)
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