One morning this week, I walked into the kitchen to find Ranger sitting at the table, eating cereal and milk.
“Did you get yourself breakfast?” I asked.
He nodded, his mouth full. I said, “Good for you!” It’s a nice feeling seeing your kids become self-sufficient.
He swallowed his mouthful and clarified, “It’s chocolate chips.”
It was. Lots of them, in fact.
“This is my recipe!” Ranger announced, and proceeded to list:
5 cups water
3 cups flour
1 cup water
Mix it up.
Sparkler asked skeptically, “What does that make?”
“I don’t know!” Ranger said. “Let’s mix it up and see!”
I taught Ranger a basic handclap game, the kind that little girls do by the hour while chanting rhymes. It lasted about two rounds before he turned it into a basic rhythmic punching game.
I was heading for the bathroom. Ranger exclaimed, “I will open the door for you!” But the bedroom door was already open. The bathroom door was already open. In a burst of desperate chivalry, Ranger put up the toilet lid for me.