Last week when I was desperately trying to finish cooking dinner
and Eli and Rosie were desperate for some positive attention,
I asked them both if they would like to help cook dinner
instead of whingeing about not liking it.
They said ok.
I set them up with a chopping board each and a
serrated butter knife, with a pile of beans.
They went to it, chopping them up
and cutting their "heads and tails" off
as I described it, ready to cook.
After Eli had cut up his whole pile he looked pensive,
and I knew he was about to ask a big question.
"Mum, do beans have feelings?"
"Are we hurting them if we cut off their heads?"
I tried to explain that they were no longer living
casue they weren't on the vine anymore.
Funny though . . .
he waited til he was finished the pile to ask!