This evening, when I walked into the kitchen, I found a paste of yellow bumpy stuff covering a Dora the Explorer plate. I also found my two kids wielding a kid knife, hard at work slicing fruit.
"What are you doing?' I asked.
"Cooking class," my daughter explained.
"What's that yellow stuff?"
I stood back and watched the two chefs in action. My son pulled out a bottle of squeezable grape jelly and proceeded to squirt it over the banana puree. Then my daughter arranged some clemetines in a fancy circle on top of berry yogurt which she scooped onto the jelly. Chopped apples followed. The finishing touch was crumbs from a few of my homemade chocolate chip cookies.
"Ta-dah!" said my son.
"Well, that's quite a masterpiece!" I said. "Who's going to eat it?" I was really hoping that this time I would not be the guinea pig.
"Me!" my daughter volunteered.
She took one scoop of that stuff, made a face, and promptly threw it in the garbage.
"You just wasted all that fruit and yogurt!" I complained.
"Sorry, Mom, but experimentation is how we learn."
"Well, I'm giving that experiment a big fat F. Now let's see if you can get an A in clean-up."
I gave them a B. I guess they better take a few more classes.