I am fascinated to see how Adam is making connections between cause and effect – especially when he gets it wrong.
Last night he slid the giant red oven mitt on his own little mitts, looked lovingly at the oven, and said, “Pizza? Now?”
Oh I wish it were only that easy – put the oven mitt on and food magically appears.
Oh wait, you are a boy. Isn’t that how dinner always appears for men? By magic?