We finally pickled this weekend (something else was ALWAYS coming up) and Zane helped out. First he said he wanted to try one of the hot chili peppers. Faith said, “No!” Daddy said, “Well, it’s really hot but if you want to try a nibble that’s up to you.” Zane said, “I like hot.”
A few seconds later a red faced, gasping five year old was stumbling around the kitchen. We spent the next five minutes trying to help him wash it away.
Lesson learned. A different one for each of us I suspect. “:^)
Yesterday he was looking so handsome in his turtleneck I asked him to stand still for a pose…