I remember when James told us that he wanted to be a cookie chef. Yeah, that dream is over. I really liked the idea of James being a chef. I've tried to encourage him to help me cook but I could never get him to help until one Tuesday when I bought the makings for mini pizzas.
But he wouldn't let me cook it. The dough was pre-cooked, so it wasn't too big of a deal but it was slightly... weird? Hey, whatever makes the little dude happy!