My Little Chef

A few mornings ago, I was changing Oliver in the bedroom. Isaiah came up to me and asked for some juice ("eeeeuuuu!"), so I told him to get his cup out of the fridge. Moments later, I hear the refrigerator door open and shut, so I assumed that he found it. (He's constantly drinking, so I try to make sure I have a full sippy in the fridge, ready to go, for him to help himself. )

Not more than 5 minutes later, after getting Ollie dressed, I walked in the kitchen to find Isaiah trying to open the oven door. A brief look around, and I quickly realized what was going on. Apparently, he was hungry and didn't want to wait for me. He had taken a can of biscuits out of the fridge, somehow managed to open the can (there was a tiny plastic play knife on the table?), got a cookie sheet out of the cabinet, lined up all the biscuits in a row, and was going to cook them. o.O

I was stunned! I guess he had watched me make biscuits enough to have the routine memorized. When he noticed me, he very nonchalantly pointed up at the oven knobs, and said "iiiii" (for "light", associating the oven light with it being on).

This isn't the first time he's surprised me by his perceptiveness in the kitchen. Long before he was even 2, he would insist on handing me a cooking utensil from the drawer while I was cooking. And it was always the right one! If I had a pan on the stove, he would give me a spatula, and if I had a pot out, he'd thrust a spoon at me. Not once did I ever ask him for X utensil, or correct him. He just learned by watching me, making notes what I was doing, then started doing it himself.

So, yeah, cooking biscuits (albeit canned) at age 2.5. Not too shabby, uh? Maybe he'll be frying up eggs before his third birthday. ;-)