The other day I picked Emma up from school and she was in tears because she didn't know how to cook anything all by herslef. So we discussed how I could teach her to cook, and she decided that night she would cook dinner alone. She decided to make tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, which we had decided she already knew how to make and didn't need any coaching. She did such a good job and was so proud of her meal.
After we ate Emma said, "That was hard doing all that stuff at the same time." I asked her what she thought it would be like to cook all that dinner while two kids were wanting her to do things for them. "OH man! That would be even harder!" I wonder if she understood where I was coming from?!