So we love the new house we are renting. We love almost everything about it. The space. The playroom. A room each for the kids. The pool and pool house. The one thing we don't like is the kitchen. It's pretty tiny with counter space the depth of a bannister. So cooking is a bit of a challenge. Knowing this, Charlie has decided that he has to help with everything single meal which is equal parts very cute and very annoying... but usually on the cute site. When I'm making a meal, he carries his little stool over to wherever I am ("Beep! Beep! Daddy!" - because baby jail didn't teach him "Excuse me, Daddy") and then stands in front of me with his little head at the height of the food. He really digs it, however, I know there will come a day when he loses a finger or something when I'm chopping stuff, so if you come to our house for dinner, just keep an eye out for missing toddler digits.
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