Jose likes to play with the jars on the spice rack. Until just the other day, that was it. This time, he wanted to "open it." He poured a coriander ball onto the counter, picked it up and crunched it, then gave one to me. Next he poured the caraway on the counter. I showed him for the ginger how to pour it into his palm. He licked the ginger and said, "Mm, I wike it." Then he poured paprika, licked it and said, "Yecchh, I don wike it." Next he reached for the chili powder and I just imagined what may happen. But this time, he rinsed it off before tasting it. I said a silent "thank you."
I went to Costco with just Joseph on Friday. (Drewber stayed home with Dan.) The employees were making cotton candy at the entrance. For all the times I didn't get cotton candy as a kid (even though there were times I did get some,) I bought Joseph a big ole blob of spun pink sugar. He licked it and licked it; I put it into a plastic bag when he lost interest as we shopped. Then on the way home, he finished it off. He hadn't fallen asleep for his nap earlier in the afternoon, so the combination of hot afternoon, riding in the car, and the extra time it took for me to stop at the scene of an accident (a story for another post) led to a dreaming, sticky-faced three-year-old. I just couldn't resist a snapshot.
Jose likes to play with the jars on the spice rack. Until just the other day, that was it. This time, he wanted to "open it." He poured a coriander ball onto the counter, picked it up and crunched it, then gave one to me. Next he poured the caraway on the counter. I showed him for the ginger how to pour it into his palm. He licked the ginger and said, "Mm, I wike it." Then he poured paprika, licked it and said, "Yecchh, I don wike it." Next he reached for the chili powder and I just imagined what may happen. But this time, he rinsed it off before tasting it. I said a silent "thank you."
I went to Costco with just Joseph on Friday. (Drewber stayed home with Dan.) The employees were making cotton candy at the entrance. For all the times I didn't get cotton candy as a kid (even though there were times I did get some,) I bought Joseph a big ole blob of spun pink sugar. He licked it and licked it; I put it into a plastic bag when he lost interest as we shopped. Then on the way home, he finished it off. He hadn't fallen asleep for his nap earlier in the afternoon, so the combination of hot afternoon, riding in the car, and the extra time it took for me to stop at the scene of an accident (a story for another post) led to a dreaming, sticky-faced three-year-old. I just couldn't resist a snapshot.
3 comments:
you're such a good mommy to let him explore all the flavors of his world!!! pretty sure i wouldn't have the patience to let him dump the spices out! proud of you and put in my place all at the same time!
Maybe you have a little chef on your hands. And wow to let him taste it and have him actually like some of it.
Let's hear it for cotton candy!!
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