I was making barbecue chicken tonight. I was going to use the grill outside but it was too cold (wishing and wishing it would get warmer around here). Anyway, I turned around and Laura came into the kitchen with her entire cooking garb on and proclaimed "I'm going to help you cook, mommy". Maybe if she gets good enough, I'll get her to cook and clean every night of the week and I can just relax on the couch. Oh, the dreams I have!