When it came time to make dinner, she asked for a stool so she could reach the counter and asked me if we had an apron and a chef's hat. I could only find an apron. So she read the directions on the pizza crust box, spread her olive oil on the crust with a basting brush, spread the sauce with a spoon, and sprinkled cheese and pepperoni all by herself. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen. Eight minutes later, we had what was probably the yummiest pizza of our lives.
Not to be outdone, Elle made dessert. She scooped the ice cream (with a little help from Daddy), put sprinkles on it, and a tiny umbrella. So delicious and so cute.
I think I may never have to make dinner myself again! If anyone wishes they had a chef to prepare dinner for them, I have two for hire. :)