Sunday, November 28, 2010
I Make Pie
I was in the kitchen the night before Thanksgiving preparing the dishes that I was taking. I had given Max his dinner, and usually, if Abbi sees his bowl on the ground after he is finished, she will pick it up and put it on the counter in the kitchen. Well, out of the corner of my eye, I see her pick up the bowl, but off she ran with it. I called to her to see what she was doing, and after a minute or so of no response, I went out to see what she was up to. She had pulled a step up to the side table, had put her blanket on the table like a tablecloth, and she was playing with the bowl and the remote. I asked her what she was doing, and she said:
"I make pie, mama."
All I could do was laugh! She was using the remote as a spoon, and then she would put it down and shake her little fists like she was adding ingredients. It was seriously the cutest thing.