All I have to say is "Who wants to help me make....." and Ian is making a mad dash for the kitchen, dragging a chair to stand on. Tonight we are having chicken pot pie for supper, and since it is SO easy to make, I thought it would be a great meal to invite Ian and Eli to help me prepare. We all donned aprons. Eli got last pick, hence the flowers on his and a frosty mug of beer on Ian's.
After three seconds The Prince of Leisure decided he didn't feel like helping. That didn't bother me in the least; I was just glad he actually said he didn't feel like helping instead of his usual excuse: 'I'm too shy,' which, in his mind, applies to ANY situation. But, Ian, my Busy Baker, LOVED helping (as always) and just stirred and stirred and stirred those ingredients together, while Eli Pierre made "frowning noises" the entire time.
Look at that focus. The mess on the counter top resulted from laying down his rubber spatula. He kept ALL of the ingredients in the bowl while stirring.
This cracks me up because the blur makes it look like he's moving at the speed of a Kitchen-Aid stand mixer. While efficient and focused, I assure you, he's no match for small appliances.
We (Ian and I) got the pie assembled, and while I turned to the sink to rinse the filling bowl, both boys decided to gouge their fingers all over the crust leaving it to bear a striking resemblance to the surface of the moon. My frustration quickly dissipated because, for me, nothing can ruin the taste of a scrumptious pie crust. :)