When does it stop being just “good experience” for your child to help prepare dinner and start being real help?
Tonight. That’s when.
Owlet cut nearly everything that needed cutting for our dinner tonight using a small sharp knife. I only refined a few of the larger pieces of onion and zucchini and finished up the tomatoes when they got too goopy for her to want to continue.
I took care of the meat and twiddled my thumbs a bit (read: prevented Platypup from getting into multiple mishaps). I wound up doing the spices since Owlet was out playing, but she enjoys helping with that step, too, on other days. Then we went out to pick lettuce from our Victory Garden and she cut the lettuce and some cheese, too, again unassisted.
Do I delude myself into thinking this will happen every night?