Danger Monkey, age 10: “What are you doing?”

Me: “I’m making a dry rub.”

DM: “What’s that?”

Me: “It’s a yummy mix of brown sugar and some spices that I’ll be literally rubbing onto a rack of ribs here in a couple minutes.”

DM: “Whoa, ribs for dinner! Cool!”

Me: “Wanna help make the ribs? I’ll teach you everything I know.”

DM: “Nah, but I’ll help eat it. I already know how how to do that.”