We are entering a new era here at the Marsbarn. Sweetheart G, as part of her new double digit status, is learning to cook. We're starting small, with a dinner here and there. Her first meal was pesto pasta with chicken on Sunday night. She did a great job, but it lead to this conversation on the way to school Monday morning.
Little e: Mom, I'm worried I'm going to hurt Sweetheart G's feelings.
me: Oh, how is that?
Little e: Well, when I say you are the best cook.
me: Explain.
Little e: Well, now that we have two people cooking in the house, you and Sweetheart G, I am afraid that I might hurt Sweet G's feelings when I say (whisper voice) you are the bestest cook.