Chef In Training

Somehow Michael and I discovered yet another game that allows me to just basically lay there while he's entertained for minutes on end. I lay on the floor in his room, with my right foot on his bed (because as you may or may not know, my left foot is wholly untouchable), and he talks to my foot. Even though Angie has tried to correct his grammar, he still calls it "the feet." My foot talks back, although it sounds a lot like Blue from Blue's Clues.

So, the first time we played this game, he's talking away to the feet, saying things like "Feet, are you happy?" and "Feet, do you want to play with me?" then he says, "Feet, do you like a show called Barbecue With Bobby Flay?" What? Where did that come from? It's not like that show gets talked about a lot in our house. It was just so random when he said it. I couldn't stop laughing.

Then, a couple of nights ago I was watching an episode of Good Eats (my favorite cooking show), and the host, Alton Brown, was making oatmeal in his crock pot while he was in bed (why isn't important right now), and Michael came in, saw the TV, and said "Dad, Alton Brown needs to put his glasses back on!" Did you catch that? Not only did he know Alton Brown's name, but he knew that he wears glasses.

Seriously, this kid is going to be a culinary genius. And you can see further evidence of that here, as Michael re-imagines what a corn dog can be.