My hubby and I were busy staining our deck this evening when the kids asked, "What's for supper?" I told them I wasn't sure and that they'd have to wait just a bit until I could get to a stopping point. My son, Eli, says, "I'll cook!" We talked about it a little bit, I listed off a few ingredients we had around the house, and he finally just decided he would rummage around and see what looked good.
It's no secret I'm proud of my kids. I'm in awe every day at how great they are. So I don't know why I surprised to find such an amazing supper cooked 100% by my 9-year-old son. That kid rocks. Seriously. And not just because he's mine. He really, really, truly rocks.
He made this meal with minimal help and supervision. He did come outside a couple times to ask a few questions:
"What temperature for the garlic bread?"
"Is it pecans or walnuts that I like with green balls?"
"What's that brown tomato sauce called?"