I’ve been trying to let Eli “help” me with dinner more lately, which often consists of me giving him a bowl of goldfish and cheerios to stir with a spoon while I actually do the cooking. But tonight I was making pizza, so I thought, ok! Perfect opportunity. (Let me apologize in advance: I’ll never take video with my BlackBerry again!)
Frankly, I thought we might never get the thing assembled, at the rate he was rolling, and trying to eat pineapple.
But I did eventually get him interested in adding his own toppings to the piece of dough we decided would be “his” pizza. He spooned a lot of sauce into his mouth in the process, and got very precise with the cheese.
We watched the pizzas cook pretty much the whole time. He would run up to the oven, peer in, and say, “hi, pizza!”
He was quite pleased with his creation:
I was a little worried when we sat down to eat, as he pulled off a piece of Canadian bacon, bit into it, looked at his plate and said, “this is very not good.” But once the offending pieces of meat were off, he ate two servings — his entire little pizza and a whole other slice.
He even helped me clean up!
Well. Sort of.
See the whole pizza-making set here.
Comments