McKennaism - "Patience, my darling"

McKenna loves to be in the kitchen, so much, that if I give her two bowls, some flour and a spoon, she is good to go for an unbelievable length of time.

Today while on base I decided to splurge a little and get a hydro-massage, which !rocks! by the way. I had no back-up for McKenna, no iPod, no toy, no nothin' BUT a black pen and a white piece of paper. She looked at me like, "You've got to be kidding." So I said, "McKenna, if you let me try this for 15 minutes, I'll bake cookies with you this afternoon." Her head jerked up so fast I got dizzy. She was on board! Yeah!

Here is the conversation as we are baking:

McKenna, "Can I taste that?"
Mom, "Sure, but you better taste it before I put the egg in."
McKenna, "Why can't I eat it with the egg?"
Mom, "Because you can't eat eggs unless they are cooked or you could get sick."
McKenna, "Well, then why do I see you eating cookie dough?"
Mom, "Well, uhm, when you are a mommy, you can taste cookie dough if you want."
McKenna, "Why can you eat it when you are a mommy?"
Mom, "Weeelllll, mommy's can test fate"
McKenna, "Huh?"
Mom, "Wha? . . . . Get a bowl and I'll poor you a big pile of chocolate chip cookies"
McKenna, "Wheee!"

Here is how much McKenna loves to cook:
She stood, watching her precious cookies THE WHOLE time, which is 13 minutes times 3 batches. That's MY girl!

And so because I confuse her with my fate-alistic wisdom, here is the gift at the end of the day as the cookies come out of the oven:
McKenna: "Can I eat one now?"
Mom: "Why YES you can and do you want to know why?"
McKenna: nodding her head up and down
Mom: "Because when you are the chef, you get to taste everything before anybody else does!"

And that is the truth!