last week's peek at the seedlings, who have survived the florida frigidity
(both the seedlings and the peekers)
Once I've picked up Divine and Pearl from school, Olive begins to ask if we can start making dinner. The moment I begin to walk into the kitchen, Olive races in front of me, snatches a chair, slides it over against the cupboards all the while walking on her tiptoes. Even before I have the food out, she's up on the chair, hands washed, ready to help.
Always ready to help.
She cuts olives with a butter knife.
She stirs the sauteing onions.
She pours the sugar in the mixing bowl.
She grates the cheese.
She whisks the pancake batter.
She sets the table with forks and napkins.
I couldn't ask for a more helpful helper.
And she looks cute while she does it.