This post by Jennifer Flaten
I signed the kids up for summer school. When I went to school summer school was akin to a stretch in the big house. Your parents threatened you with it, if you didn’t get your grades up and if you did end up in it, you spent the entire time looking out the window day dreaming about all the wonderful fun you’d be having on the outside. If only you weren’t trapped inside learning algebra.
Now summer school is more like an affordable day camp for kids. This year the kids could build paper roller coasters, put on a summer theatre production, or learn how create motion picture masterpieces among other things.
I let the kids sign up for fun stuff, but I also signed them up for cooking class, after all, it is important to feel comfortable in the kitchen.
Actually, my motives weren’t purely altruistic. In the class, they learn how to make muffins, cookies and pizza to name just a few. Aside from them getting more comfortable in the kitchen, the kids bring home samples for me.
Yep, it’s all about the muffins for me. So far, they brought home muffins and a huge batch of spaghetti, which my husband happily packed in his lunch box.
They did make pizza, but some how I didn’t get any pizza. How many samples I get varies depending on how much the kids liked the cooking project of the day.
I know it makes the kids happy to know I am looking forward to sampling all their hard work and conveniently, school lets out right before lunch so I don’t have to worry about what I am having for lunch.
Today I got two strawberry empanadas-tasty-but I know when cookie day rolls around they won’t bring me even a crumb.