C made his first solo omelet in my presence!

It turned out perfectly, and he still let his bro have it. (He is advanced beyond his mother, at that age, as far as sibling goodwill goes. At least as far as I can recall, from the little sis perspective, ahem.)

I didn’t even notice he was cooking until the smell of the nearly finished product wafted from the kitchen. Awesome!

They grow so fast!

So when will we transport smells via the internets? (The Sunday paper’s Baby Blues comic strip is relevant here, in a more general way, perhaps.)

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