Some mornings we don't even do our hair before we come downstairs to cook breakfast. If you ask him, Trent will say, " I love to cook." Usually I give him a tiny cheese knife and his own cutting board to work with while I prep whatever meal I am making. This particular morning I wasn't cooking anything so I just gave him him a potato to chop up.
When he finished he told me he needed his coffee ( warm water in the coffee cup) and "a trip to Wegmans." Goodness. I love him.
