My wonderful daughter is 11 and is quite the little cook in training. She hates for us to tell the stories about how when she was in preschool she watched cooking shows and would mimic “making” (her term for cooking) on her little kitchen set. We used to joke that she’d have a television show called “Making with Roo.”

This morning she prepared quite the breakfast for us. The menu included bacon, scrambled eggs, and home made hash-browns. She momentarily turned over to me the task of watching the bacon. I became distracted with the dishwasher and then next thing you know she was lecturing me about ruining her breakfast with burned bacon. I told her not to worry, I like mine crispy.

What a treat it is for a mom to wake up on an Sunday morning and not have to cook breakfast. Thank you, Sweetie!