My Little Chef

My daughter and I went to Hairspray tonight. It was a good mother/daughter flick. My husband would hate it (which means we liked it).

Maddy is a huge mommy fan these days; how great is that? I love having my own fan club living in the same house. She actually stared at me sleeping this morning. I know because I lifted a lid a few times.

She's nine and plans to own her own restaurant one day--if Dad foots the bill. Tonight she made supper all on her own. I watched her, and gave her some tips, but she basically did all that needed to be done. She made barbeque chicken (oven) and pasta salad. I did the dangerous stuff like pour the boiling water into the strainer, and cut some onions right before her eyes caught on fire, but other than that the little trouper took care of it all. She wants to cook homemade chicken noodle soup tomorrow. How cute.

My hope is that she'll eventually kick me out of the kitchen completely. Did I say hope? I mean my earnest prayer!!

I'm blogging over at the internet cafe this Wednesday. If you'd like, you can join me there...