Scarlett was such a great little helper while I was making french toast for dinner tonight. Other then the one slice of bread she attempted to soak and toss onto the griddle by herself (it hit the floor instead...I suspect it still got used inadvertently), she didn't really make much extra work. I just couldn't help but watch her endlessly stirring the batter and realize how grown up she really is getting. I guess it happens to them all, right?
Nothing like a little raw egg and milk. yummy.