poop du jour

Henry loves to bring over a chair to the stove and watch me while I cook. He especially loves to get his stir on. The other night I was cooking up some meat for beef with broccoli and lo and behold along comes Henry with his chair. He climbs up next to me, looks into the pan, reaches for the wooden spoon, smiles and says, "This looks like dog poop, Mom". Good thing I don't lose my appetite too easily, and good thing Henry decided that dog poop tastes pretty good because he ate a good portion of his dinner. Bon appetit!