The Chef

Friday morning, 5:45am.
Footsteps racing down the hall.
"Mom, Mom, look at this"
A book pressed against my face. Eyes still closed, no glasses.
"What is it, Benj?"
"Look at it!!!"
"I can't see Benj"
"Come over here where there's light."
"No, I mean I don't have glasses on, I really can't see."
"Oh, here. Here are your glasses - LOOK"
"Ok. Wow, a cookbook. ummmm. lemonade?"
"yes, we should go make this, RIGHT NOW"
"hmmmm"
"and THIS"... some shuffling pages... "CAKE!"
"ummmmmm"
"Please mom, please? I want to make them for our friends to have this afternoon!"
"OK!"

5:55am
Out of bed, down the stairs, into the kitchen.
Bowls out, flour, sugar, milk, vanilla...
Strawberries, butter...
lemons...

7:30am
cakes baked, lemons squeezed, strawberries sliced.
assembly time.

he cut the strawberries himself

1:30pm
anxiously awaiting arrivals.

yum!