“Why do you guys never let me cook anything?” She asks.
Ummm… excuse me? What’s that question you just asked? Ummm… Cook. Go ahead. Make something. No one is stopping you. Here let me buy you ingredients and help you with the stove.
She was dredging chicken drumsticks after picking out the recipe and helping her mom buy the ingredients earlier in the day. Dad was much more involved than it appears (by the existence of this photo) and helped with some gentle reminders about double-checking the instructions, particularly when it comes to measuring things like garlic salt and paprika.
Now if we can just work on the post-eating humility. Can anyone say repeated validation.