As I was making biscuits tonight, Simon wanted to do his own preparations. He pulled the apron down for me to put on him, and gathered up a pot and measuring cups. And yes, that's a bottle of my lotion he's pretending to measure out...he hasn't figured how to open it yet (knock on wood).
I have some sort of egalitarian speech percolating in my head in defense of the fact that he's pretending to cook and bake. But ultimately, the speech is jumbled and unfinished, and L & I don't need a defense for our son, or how we are raising him. Some days, L models cooking and cleaning, just as I sometimes model mowing and putting oil in the car. It's all just life, and he's finding little ways to mimic and fit in to it and I love it.