As I was taking care of a few things on the computer, I could hear some chattering along with the clanging of dishes in the kitchen. I could hear my kids speaking in fake
English accents and the sound of water running in the sink. I peeked around the corner and asked what they were up to. "We're chefs!", they replied. "Oh how wonderful" I said
sarcastically, as I felt the crunch of spilled dry cereal underneath my feet. I lifted up my shoe to brush it off and couldn't help notice the evidence everywhere of their "
chefness".

Several bowls of water were sloshed on the table
swirlled with salt, pepper, paprika,
cinnamon, sugar and rice
crispies. "Yum!" I said. "Looks like you guys have been busy. How long do you guys plan on being 'chefs' this morning?"