Making Meatballs. Thru My Eyes.
Let me start by saying how much I love helping mommy in the kitchen. In fact anytime I see her near the counter I drag a chair over from the table so I can stand up on it and be of assistance.
So yesterday when I saw her get out the big shiny bowl and a bunch of stuff, I got very excited and got my chair over there real quick and made mom move out of my way.
The putting in ingredients went well….I helped stir, but then we got to making the meatballs.
I tried…. I really did. But making those things round is really difficult….and really icky.
My hands got all covered in stuff, and it felt gross.
I decided that making meatballs is not my forte and quit, and washed my hands.
And no, I didn’t feel bad leaving mommy to make all 93 meatballs without me, she had big sissy to help her. And besides, I’ll help eat them.