I was making Islands
Yaki Tacos for dinner. (It's a recipe from
Todd Wilbur.
Teriyaki tacos might sound strange, but they are super good. You make a
teriyaki sauce for your chicken. Then you top them with
monterey jack cheese, lettuce, tomato, pineapple and green onions.
mmmm.)
Molly L.O.V.E.S. to help me cook because of this something that should take about 20 minutes turns into an hour. Sometimes it's a little frustrating, but it's something that we can do together while Gabe naps. I try to make it a sensory activity for her. Anyway the chicken is supposed to marinade 6+ hours. I started getting the stuff out to make the
teriyaki sauce. The second Molly realized what I was doing she started yelling "ME HELP. HELP. ME HELP. PLEASE." "yes Molly go and get the stool" (usually the step stool is in her bathroom) She runs down the hall and comes back sobbing. After a few seconds I remember she was using it as a table for the tea party she and Gabe were having earlier. The stool was in the bedroom. So I quietly go into the kids room to retrieve the stool. The room stunk... Gabe takes a 3 hour morning nap he was only 1 hour in so I couldn't ignore it. I gave Molly the stool measured out the cornstarch and water; handed her the whisk. I told her I'd be right back. This is what I found when I returned.

She must have liked how the cornstarch tasted. When I came back she had cornstarch around her mouth and had added probably a cup to the water. A far cry from the tablespoon the recipe called for. She also decided to stir in the whole piece of ginger.

Sometimes I see things like this and it makes me cringe as I think is this really my life? Why do I even bother trying to keep the house clean? Then there are other days when I see things like this and I smile and think this is my life. This was one of the days that I smiled. Even though I was still cleaning up cornstarch days later.