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Coleen was excited as ever when I asked her yesterday to “cook” with me.

“I want to help you cook, Mommy.” said Coleen.

“Sure!” I answered.

“So, what do we need?” I asked her, just to check if she still remembered the ingredients we needed in cooking fried chicken.

“Flour, egg and the chicken.” she proudly replied.

“Good! So how do we do it?”

“First, you put the chicken to the flour then put it in the egg then put it in the flour again,” she said while pointing to the flour and beaten egg as she mentioned them.

“Very good! You still remember. OK, so let’s start. But first, we need to wash our hands so the germs will not go to our food,” I explained.

So we took turns washing our hands. Dried them with the paper towel then faced the table. Coleen took a piece of the chicken thigh fillet from the plate. Then, she confidently placed it on the plate of flour she has previously prepared. I was just looking at how she enjoyed “cooking” with me. At first, she did not mind having sticky fingers. She loved it whenever she would cover the chicken with flour. Then, she carefully placed the chicken into the beaten egg.So it was my turn to cover the chicken with egg. Then I asked her to cover the chicken again with flour.

As we were enjoying each other’s company while preparing our dinner, I noticed her getting grossed out with her sticky hands.

“It’s OK to have messy hands while preparing this, Coleen. That’s how cooks are,” I tried to convince her. But she could not help it and said,“Mommy, can I wash my hands?”

“later na lang when we are done,” I answered back.

Then she said, “Mom, can I just put the egg?” meaning can she just put the chicken into the egg bater. “OK. Then I will be the one to put it into the flour,” I replied.

“Oh, so you will be the putter?!”

“Yes, I will be the putter, babe.”

“Yey!”

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