Gone are the days of cooking cleaning in high heels, an apron, and a neatly pressed dress. At least at this house. Heck, we are lucky to get a meal that doesn't come out of a box, and if the house is clean.....bonus.
Recently, however, Liv tends to be focusing full throttle on being a little homemaker. Unlike the last post on her love of chores (see Cindabrella), today, she stepped it up a notch and was cooking in style. She came up with her own version of June Cleaver.
This girl is always catching me off guard. Today, I was in the laundry room and up the stairs comes Liv. Instead of the aforementioned high heels, dress and apron, she was donning a pink and yellow boa, two headbands (one on her head, the other around her neck) and one of her mittens from last winter (and yes, you guessed it...it is pink and brown) and a pair of my flip-flops. In her little mittened hand, she was carrying a bowl from her kitchen set containing half of a fake hamburger bun.
"Mom, I had to put my glub on because the dish is berry, berry hot. Okay?"
Needless to say, this cracked me up. A couple of weeks ago, Livvy was fascinated that I was wearing "a glove" (of course, my oven mitt) to get, very likely, a pre-made frozen dinner of some sort from the oven. Too funny that she found her mitten today and reinacted the scene.
So, June, so sorry. Though you certainly had it all together on screen, Livvy trumps you in terms of pure entertainment and ingenuity.
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