It reminded me of a day many, many years ago, when my husband and I woke to hear sounds coming from the kitchen. My husband yelled out to our toddler, "What are you doing?" and he answered, "Playing." I asked him, "With what?" and in all his child-like innocence and honesty, he responded, "Food." I raced to the kitchen to see an open fridge, and a floor covered in ketchup, maple syrup, broken eggs, strips of raw bacon, and I don't know all what. He just looked up and me and grinned, as if to see, "Look what I did!"
