Eva always likes to help me when I have baking to do. Her job is to dump the measured ingredients into the bowl...and she's very good at it. Yesterday, Eva helped me make some bread dough, and, since there aren't too many ingredients that go into bread, she didn't get to flex her ingredient dumping muscles too much. She wanted more.
So I brought her little table into the kitchen, filled some little containers with various flours, some sugar, and some water, and I sat her down with a spoon and a bigger "mixing" bowl. She immediately forgot I was in the room, and threw herself into measuring and mixing and tasting her own "bread dough."
And before I knew it, a half-hour had passed, and I had to ask her to stop mixing because it was time for lunch. I've never seen her concentrate so long on one thing, at least not without pausing to make sure I was still nearby. I kind of hated to ask her to stop--she was so intent on her work.
I don't know why I didn't think to do this a long time ago...
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