Tonight, my daughter worked hard to make us soup. Her dish consisted of wild onions, salt, and water. She shopped, stirred, and tasted.
Frankly, she was a nuisance. My wife was trying to put together our actual meal, and our daughter was attached to her hip, providing a second-by-second report on her own culinary creation.
I was worried. My daughter can get upset quickly. Would she mess up her soup before it was complete? Would she inadvertently ruin my wife’s meal? What would happen when someone had to taste what she had made?
My wife was a champ. After shepherding my daughter’s dish to completion, she braved my daughter’s concoction. My daughter had a good time, and my wife didn’t keel over after tasting the wild onion water.
Whew.
Learning Together 