Henry likes to cook with me. Unless he's in the middle of some huge Star Wars battle or Superman earth-saving scenario, he'll ask me if he can help with whatever I'm cooking. Sure, it can add into the mess sometimes but honestly they are some of my favorite moments.
Here we are making cupcakes. I taught him how to run the back of the spoon along the edge of the bowl so the batter wasn't just running off all over the place. I watched him carefully and gently scrape the spoon against the side nearly every time (a few times he forgot) and he'd dump that spoonful into a cupcake liner. At one point he started talking and it was clear he wasn't talking to me. At first I thought he was walking himself through the process but then I realized he was giving advice that I hadn't given him, "Now, spread it out a little bit" as he pushed the spoon back and forth in the liner to even out the batter. I think he was talking to his future television audience when he starts his novelty cooking show with him, the lead guitarist of a famous rock band.
When the cupcakes were nestled in warm the oven he scampered off to change into a Superman shirt so he could be "Superboy" and save me from whichever evil guy was after me this time.
Superboy, Superkid and Superfiancé each got sugar hearts on their cupcakes and a whole lot of love.
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