Today my daughter, who is ten, said that she wanted to make me some special food and that it was going to be a big surprise. She asked me to take her to the local supermarket to purchase supplies, which I happily did. She took her own basket and wanted me to make sure I didn’t see any of her purchases while I was doing my own shopping at the other end of the store. After she had gathered her ingredients, she waited separately while I paid and got out some cash for her, and then she went through the self service aisle to complete her purchase.
Home we went, and at this stage she required some help with erecting her privacy barricade, so that she could prepare the mystery dishes without me seeing.
She was hard at work for quite a while, and I stayed nearby of course, to answer any questions. She was so excited to be doing this all by herself, and was particularly loving the mystery of it for me. I had no idea what inspired it all, it just seemed like something fun to do.
First cab off the rank, which she called the entree:
The next step required some verbal assistance from me, and eventually a brief bit of practical assistance from one of her big brothers, to help with lighting the gas stove. And eventually, there was PERFECT, albeit sparsely filled, sushi. 🙂
And finally, the piece de resistance: dessert, kid style!
While I was finishing off my crunchy “fairy bread” (I really don’t remember it seeming quite so crunchy when I was a kid!), amidst lots of discussion about whether I actually ate things like fairy bread back in the “olden days”, she announced to me the reason for my “special meal”:
JUST BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, MUM.