We had a lot going on today, so I never got around to working with my 4th grader. I was feeling a little guilty about it. He didn't seem to mind too much.
I had to go to the church building tonight and work on bible class stuff. While I was gone, he was going to bake cookies. That sounded good. Some nice home made cookies would be great when I got home.
After about an hour, he came over to see me (the church building is next door). He proceeded to tell me how bad his cookies were. I told him that was okay. He learned a lot and wouldn't make the same mistakes. We talked about mixing the dough enough, cooking them on the middle rack instead of the bottom, etc. I asked him to bring me one.
That was a mistake. He came over with his hand dripping in greasy, cookie sludge. I don't know what went wrong, but these cookies were horrible. Yuck. I've never seen cookies in such a mess. All I can think of is that he left the flour out.
He probably learned more tonight in the kitchen than any book could ever teach him.
