This one is my shadow. He really needs to know where I am at all times and would prefer (in the scream at the top of your lungs sort of way) that he stay with me at all times. When it's time for me to cook, he is not content in any room but the kitchen. He has recently decided that the lower oven is his own personal toy. He puts a pan in there, grabs a glove, and plays and plays while I cook. Is he my next chef? Basia was obsessed with play food at the age of 2, and she is definitely a chef in training even today. I think she has an apprentice waiting in the wings.
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