This is my boy, my little Joshua. But we call him JoJo
The other day I roped him into helping me with some baking since his sisters were at school. He was really exited when I sat him in front of some chocolates. Then I told him he really had to help me, like actually help me...
...not this kind of helping me!
Our task was making Peanut Butter Chocolate Thumb-print cookies. And I needed all the Hershey kisses unwrapped; so that's what JoJo got to do.
Don't worry, he still managed to help me in his old school style & pop a few kisses in his mouth.
He was very particular about how he put them in the bowl. I unwrapped some myself & tossed them in the bowl. I was quickly scolded "No Mom, not like that! Like this" All the kisses had to be upright.
Now Son, doesn't it feel good to do a little hard work. Rewarding isn't it.
Okay, here's the real reward, eating the fruits of your labor. Can anyone say "Diet in 2011".