5.9.11 - Little Chef

The little hands grip the wisk that moves in a circular pattern.

“I just, I just can’t do it!” The child exclaims as her lip quivers. She frustratingly stirs the batter. The strong hands ease the wisk from the fingers that were intertwined around the metal handle.

Reassuring the child, the mother wraps her in a warm hug and starts to slowly mix the batter that the child had started. “Now for the eggs” the woman says and the child lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh, I thought we only needed flour.” With that, the youngster walks out of the kitchen.