Many year ago, Nonno and Nonna didn't live less than a mile away from us. Before they retired and moved back to the Peninsula, they lived in Oklahoma. But every three months, the Nonni hopped on a plane and came to see their grandbaby boys.
On one such trip - during the holidays - Nonna saw a photo of a fruit Christmas tree in a magazine at the airport. She brought it home and suggested that I make it for R's preschool holiday party. Sure thing. He was excited. I bought mini cookie cutters, long skewers, fruit, and off we went on our fruit Christmas tree adventure.
...until we had this. I was pretty proud of it.
And he realized: one of these things is not like the other.
Mommy, he said, you did it wrong. The stars are supposed to be red!
We had a conversation about watermelon not being in season - that I could only find a cantaloupe. We talked about photos such as that being mere suggestions or inspiration - that what we made didn't have to look exactly like it.
But he didn't budge. You did it wrong! he insisted. And that was when I should have realized that he and I have very different styles in the kitchen. Even way back then, he was The PRECISE Kitchen Elf.
But he didn't budge. You did it wrong! he insisted. And that was when I should have realized that he and I have very different styles in the kitchen. Even way back then, he was The PRECISE Kitchen Elf.
Adorable story. Thanks for sharing.
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