Today at the preschool two little girls were playing in the kitchen area. I was the lucky "customer" that was going to be served all kinds of scrumptous foods. There was just one problem. Both wanted to be the chef. A said, "I'm the chef." S said, "No, I'm the chef." A looked at me and then looked back at S and said, "Yeah, well I've got the glove so I'M the chef!"
Sweet little A had the oven mitt on her hand, held it high above her head and gave S "the look". And all I ended up getting was one pretend glass of water.
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