Every now and then my kids want to help me cook. My kitchen would be considered big, if it were in a studio apartment that is. Needless to say, I'm always worried about some getting their head chopped clean off when I swing around with the chef's knife in hand.
Tonight, I was making chicken noodle soup. E and M were out in the backyard playing screaming banshee or something else loud and appropriately OUTSIDE. I was chopping the chicken into bite sized morsels when E came in and informed me I needed his help. After a rigorous handwashing, he got to place bite sized chicken morsels into the soup pot. Afterwards, I made him wash his hands, like major. He was not happy about the second hand washing...
E: Why do I have to wash my hands again?
Me: You just handled raw chicken, yo.
E: What's so wrong with raw chicken?
Me: Salmonella. It's a bad thing that makes you sick.
E: Well, they shouldn't even be allowed to sell chicken raw.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
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2 comments:
E. is very practical, one of those kids born with common sense. I can't wait to hear what he does/says next!
Ha ha. That sounds like a comeback I would have. Good thing he and I aren't having conversations - it could get dangerous.
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