Zack made his first pitcher of Kool Aid today.
I do not usually buy Kool Aid but there was a packet in the pantry so I figured what the heck. He likes lemonade and this pink lemonade so I am sure he would get a kick out of making it.
He slid the chair over to the kitchen counter, he waited (impatiently I might add) for me to get the sugar out of the pantry. He dumped in the packet, he dumped in the sugar and he carefully poured the water in. He took the spoon and he mixed, being careful not to spill any. He gets done mixing and says "What do I do now mom?" When I told him he needed to taste it to make sure it was perfect, he held that spoon steady until he sucked every last drop off of it.
No sooner did he finish making his Kool Aid when the phone rang. It was my mother so he proceeded to tell her all about his Kool Aid making experience. Once he finished telling her he added 'and that makes me a chef'.
So to all of you who claim you are not a chef, I must tell you that you are wrong. Now get in the kitchen start making something. Go ahead you can do it.
13 hours ago