And yesterday afternoon, as I was
I called up and questioned what was going on and she said, "We can't tell you!!" Which means you better come right away if you know what's good for you. I went up to find her mixing a bowl of disgusting looking brown goop. She was whisking milk, butter, peanut butter, water and an egg, with marshmallows floating at the top. Needless to say, we threw it out and she got a lecture on the dangers of playing with raw eggs. She doesn't have any trouble cracking them. I love her enthusiasm and can't wait til she can actually be turned loose in the kitchen, which might be sooner that I think.