Last night, as I was making dinner, my son came into the room. "Mama, can I help you make dinner?"
"Sure," I said. "I'm making chili." (Can you believe it? - Something different than chicken!)
I browned the meat and then drained it. Then it was time to add the spices. I measured and let him sprinkle the spices in the pot.
"Two tablespoons of chili powder," I said, handing the spoon over.
He sniffed it and dumped it in.
"A teaspoon of cumin," I said.
He sniffed and dumped it in.
"A teaspoon of coriander."
He sniffed it and wrinkled his nose. Then he sneezed.
"Hey," I said. "Boogers are not in the recipe!"
Bubba grinned. "But I bet boogers taste a whole lot better than that stuff!"