America's Future Iron Chefs...in PBKids Kitchen Stadium

Today, Henry and Sydney had some quality time playing in PBkids Mini Prep Kitchen and Retro Pink Kitchen.

They were busy opening and shutting the fridge, most likely looking for the top ingredients, produce, and spices. Henry ran across the store to get a blue plate from another table display when he was ready to plate his latest creation.

Henry got a bit startled and upset when he put his pot in the sink and it made a loud crash. He must be used to a limestone farmer's sink or something. Later Sydney tried and was surprised too, but she went back for more crash and bang.

Sydney supervised and at one point tried to take a bowl from Henry. A nice pink melamine mixing bowl. Henry gave her the "Dan eyebrow" and hugged the bowl. Then, still hugging the bowl, he explained to her why she couldn't have it. "Abla dada mama bbbbbbb. Areuh ga da."

Sydney seemed a bit taken aback, but she wasn't going to try to argue. She knows that Isabelle is Henry's big sister and that he has a lot more practice with the holding strong/arguing skill. Then Henry proceeded to convince Sydney that she should take the pot. He handed it to her, but she didn't seem that interested. So Henry tried to take her hand and fold it around the handle. Sydney decided to humour him and took the pan. Then they were off back to cooking.

After the last dishes were set in the fridge, stove top, oven, dishwasher and clothes dyer, Henry and Sydney headed over to the ironing board next to the mini-prep kitchen. Henry tried to hang on to the over sink hooks and dangle as the whole thing began to teeter I got up to grab a few utensils to hang from the hooks. "Henry they're not to hang yourself. They are to hang these (a spatula, slotted spoon and rolling pin)". He seemed satisfied and went on to iron...well not exactly iron. He grabbed the iron and ironed the end of the ironing board and continued along the tracks towards the faucet and around the bars that held the hooks and back to the ironing board "CHoo...choo...choo...choo" he sang. Well perhaps he's a future iron chef, but for now he's still my baby boy...emphasis on boy.