Chef.

Every few days Ryan wants to help cook something and that something is usually chocolate cake, or ice cream. He'll open the pantry, get out the flour and says, "Mommy, cook chocolate cake." The funny part is he's not asking me, but telling me. It is hard to explain to him why we can't make chocolate cake everyday.

Here he is making pudding. Do I see culinary school in his future? Maybe, because all I did was tear the pudding packet open and help him pour the milk. He did the rest. It was a bit lumpy, but it must have been good because we ate it for dessert last night, all of it.

P.S. Don't you think his nose looks better?