Masterchef

I was looking after the kids the other day while M was working. B2 was sleeping and I was eating a sandwich at the kitchen table, and B1 announced that she wanted a toastie.

"Right, whatever" I mumbled.

B1 then proceeded to climb onto a stool, take some bread out of the breadbin, move the stool, put the bread into the toaster, get some Philadelphia and lettuce out of the fridge, take a knife out of the cutlery drawer, get a plate out of the cupboard remove the now-toasted bread from the toaster, apply the Philly and lettuce to one slice of toast, and place the second slice of toast on top.

Voila, one toasted sandwich.

From now on, I say she does her own cooking.