My chef

Tonight as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, Sophia pushed a kitchen table chair over to the counter. She climbed up in the chair, looked me in the eyes and said, "Momma. I want to cooooook."
I was stunned...shook it off and replied, "Honey, I already made dinner. It's all done." She went on to repeat it three more times. I asked Steve if he could hear what she was saying! He could.
So instead of saying no, I got down a package of blueberry muffin mix. Handed it to Sophia, and asked her, "can we cook this?" (there's a photo of the muffin on the front)
She said excited, "YES MOMMA! CAKE!" She thought they were cupcakes.
I handed Soso the cup liners and she placed them in the pan. She poured the milk that I measured into the bowl. Poured the powder mix in next. Stirred. Then spooned the mix into the cups.
SJ needed to be fed, so I tagged Daddy in for the putting in oven and taking out.
Baby girl made cakes. We did all the handling of the hot, but she did the rest! I wish the photo wasn't out of focus!