It has begun.
The boy bought his Magic the Gathering starter kit.
The best news of all is now he won’t ever have any money to buy drugs.

It has begun.
The boy bought his Magic the Gathering starter kit.
The best news of all is now he won’t ever have any money to buy drugs.


(loud crash upstairs)
Me: “What was that giant crashing noise?!?”
(long pause)
Little Miss Thing, age 7, down the stairs: “I’m OK.”
Me: “What happened?”
(long pause)
LMT: “Turns out I can’t fly.”
I spent the evening helping the boy learn how to make lasagna. Not a fancy recipe. We used ground beef and sausage, a couple jars of marina sauce, and shredded our own cheeses. I opted for cottage cheese over ricotta because… well, because I’m cheap.

Cooking the noodles was easy, and he did a great job of stirring together the cottage cheese, eggs, and freshly grated Parmesan. He even chopped up a little parsley. He integrated the layers as I scooped the various ingredients into the dish. He really enjoyed smoothing out the stuff with a spatula. He sang a song as he worked, describing what he was doing in his “spatula song.” I couldn’t help but enjoy his enthusiasm.
It’s fun to see things through your kid’s eyes sometimes. So much of daily life as an adult is repetition, rote movements that we walk through like robots. I’ve made lasagna a hundred times. For me, it’s just a functional activity. I only do it because it makes tasty food. For my son, each step was a totally new adventure, a tiny new piece of Life to be learned. He devoured it all, gleefully. He’s even already applying other cooking techniques that he learned previously. It’s a special treat to see it start to come together for him.
And, of course, he made some beautiful lasagna.

I encourage everyone to cook with your kids. It’s a great together activity and they learn one of the most valuable life skills that exists. And, you get to enjoy cooking for a bit yourself.