I was luxuriating in a few extra minutes of sleep this morning, it being Wednesday and, therefore, no school in Swiss-Romande when I heard out of one ear, J scamper downstairs. Angus was purring on my chest, and Murphy snoring at my side, when I roused, shooed them off of the bed and made my way to the kitchen in search of my first coffee of the day.
What greeted me in the kitchen was the sight of J fully engrossed in making a treat for a friend due later that day. He was dipping the last cherry tomato into a stainless steel bowl of melted white chocolate (it was good of him to remember his chum only liked white chocolate) and then carefully placed it on a tray equally carefully lined with parchment paper to harden.
My mouth fell open...
Me: "Uh uh, what are you doing"
J: "We didn't have any strawberries like we made on the weekend so I made tomatos. It's a Valentine's Day treat for Spencer"
Me: "Uh uh, how did you melt the chocolate"
J: "On the stove over hot water, I turned the stove back off but I can't get the little red light to go off"
Me: "Uh uh"
J: "And look I started scrambled eggs too and cut up an apple, but I'm being careful with this pokey knife"
Did I mention he's 5? Mighty Mom, what does it say in your parenting manual about this one?