We are not officially "back at school" yet--but the events this morning were most gratifying.
My eight year old daughter wanted pancakes for breakfast. Usually, this is easy: I have a recipe I use to pre-mix the dry ingredients and all she has to do is measure some out and add the "wet" ingredients.
Well, today, I didn't have any pre-made, so I asked her if she would make the recipe "two times." It's a complicated thing with three kinds of flour and both baking powder and soda. But she mixed and measured like a pro.
The kitchen table--where we usually "do school" looked like this:
She added some of the last raspberries:
It was absolutely scrumptious with just a drizzle of maple syrup.
I guess part of the secret to "doing school" is not to make it look like "school" at all.
