Somehow today Kwamai got settled in with the idea that he would make dinner tonight. He began his planning as we were discussing what to have for lunch. (See, first he was going to make lunch, but then he got chatting too long and Felicity and I had our lunches all out, so dinner it became.)
At 5:10 he dutifully set out to accomplish his task. The menu included turkey sausages with pepperoni, macaroni, raw carrots and broccoli (mom's request), and salads for the grown ups. He got everything ready and even did a fair job with some mild multi-tasking. Erol was nearly a half hour late getting home, so it helped that nothing was rushed.
A nice meal was had by all. I, unfortunately I suppose, didn't pass up the childish chance to find something to complain about so he knew what it felt like. But he did tell me, with all seriousness, "Mama, don't you know you shouldn't complain about the dinner? Remember when you put peanuts on my birthday pizza and Papa ate it without complaining?"