For the most part when Wrigley wants to do things herself, I let her. She makes her own cereal, pouring the milk directly from the carton and makes herself all sorts of food. She zips up her own coat even though it takes about 12 miszips and an hour for her to do it (okay, I admit, some days I say cheerfully, "oh let me get that," and I zip it before she has a chance to protest). She gets to spill a little of the flour and the salt and the water and the rest of the ingredients when we bake. Today at lunch Wrigley wanted to pour the syrup on her peanut butter pancakes (yum!). I draw the line at syrup. While any spill would probably not be much more than the few drips that happen when Ed pours his own syrup, I can envision the table, chair, floor and two people irrevocably sticky. I let her know that she could pour her own syrup when she's a teenager. Wrigley says, "hmmm, I think nine would be a good age."
"That sounds good to me," I tell her. We'll see when she's nine.
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Funny to say that although I cringe when Jacob wants to pour all those things he usually manages to do quite well. The syrup was something that we HAD to master as we've made a habit of making the most delicious homemade french toast and found the best vermont maple syrup...We started by saving a cup or two from the sweet sauce in the chinese delivery bag. A perfect size for Jake...THEN, we went to our favorite breakfast place one morning and low and behold they had the cutest and most perfect sized miniature plastic pitcher (Shot glass size)which they "warm" the syrup in before delivering it to your table. We are loyal customers and all we did was ask the owner and poof there with our check was a mini pitcher of our very own. If we can score another one, we'll be sure to send it your way. For Ed of course. Perhaps Wrigley can help him master the art of Syrup drizzle.
PS - could this comment be any longer? : )
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