My kids like to cook. All of them. Even the boys. (Well, I suppose the jury is still out on little Gray, since he’s only 6 months old. If his enthusiasm for eating is any indication, he’ll like to cook, too.)

For Christmas, I found them a neat little kids’ cookbook. It has pictures that help them understand the recipes and lists of the “equipment” you’ll need to make each dish, too. (I was a bit sad that some of the recipes weren’t healthier and more from-scratch, but I can understand why they did that.) We also got each of our kiddos and apron. I even painted their names on the fronts of each one (and sewed some ribbon on the girls, too!)

We made monster cookies on New Year’s Eve, so the kids all donned their cute little aprons. Unfortunately, with so many eager helpers, each child only got to help with one or two steps of the process. They still had fun.

The boys took their aprons off right after we got the cookies mixed, but the girls wanted, as Evan puts it, “to play titchen” a little longer. In the photo above, Ferris was a bit irked that she couldn’t eat the dough right away. Telling her we’re making cookies and then forcing her to wait 11 minutes is cruel punishment. She’s acting two already. She’s mature for her age.

I know the photo is a bit wanky, but just so you know, I DO know how to spell Evan’s name. Her apron really does say “Evan,” but she’s got a smudge of peanut butter above the ‘v.’ Messes are just drawn to her like magnets. Thankfully, she’s still cute. Or at least I think so.

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