Lunch

On a recent Saturday, Julia asked if she could make her own lunch. I gladly obliged as I am all about encouraging independence. I floated around but tried to mostly stay out of the kitchen area. I heard the pantry door open and the familiar sound of her retrieving a step stool. She took it over to the kitchen sink. Cabinets opened and a plate came out next. Then to the fridge. Back and forth a couple of times from the fridge to the sink with the water running. Knowing what a cucumber and tomato junkie she is, I assumed she was rinsing the veggies. A few minutes later she hollers something to me but I can't hear her over the running water. I enter the kitchen and walk up to the sink to find her holding a dripping piece of bologna over the plate. "Well," she says, "I just washed the first piece of bologna."