Mama Diaries

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Chef Bubba

This afternoon my five-year-old son announced that he wanted to make a snack for me.

"I don't really need a snack," I said.

"But I really want to make you a snack," he replied.

"Okay," I said.

"I'll need some lettuce."

"We don't have any lettuce in the refrigerator," I replied, "but there's some outside in the garden."

"Would you go get it?"

"Why don't you get it?"

"I might pick the wrong thing."

I went out and picked some lettuce.

"Please wash that and put it in bowl," he instructed.

I looked at him funny.

"Now we need some tomatoes," he announced after I put the lettuce in the bowl. "Will you please slice some tomatoes?"

Since I didn't want the little guy using a knife, I complied.

"That can go in the bowl too," he said.

I looked at him wondering what he was up to.

"There you go," he said with a big grin. "Your snack is ready!"

Wait a minute. Wasn't he supposed to make the snack?

2 comments:

  1. He really sounds like his fathers son judging from the last post. It seems like the men in the family really have you figured out.
    I think I will nominate you for "mother of the year".

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  2. This was too cute! Did he fix a salad to eat, too?

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