Her very own kitchen

Everyone loves the kitchen. It's where a person receives nourishment and refreshment. It's where skilled hands make magic happen to feed the soul...and stomach. I believe everyone wishes to one day have their own. One where their imagination can make delicious creations. One where breakfast is dinner and dinner is breakfast. One that isn't their mom's (or dad's if dad does the cooking...equal opportunity you know). Well, the time has come and Elizabeth now has one to call her own. A place where she can cook up all kinds of imaginary dishes with plastic ingredients. Yum!!

Whenever we open the fridge, Elizabeth makes it a point to stand in front to push the light button and point at things she wants brought out, but won't eat. She likes to pull out pots, turn on the oven timer, and generally see what's going on when Mom and Dad are in the kitchen. So, what do we do? Naturally, we decide to get her a play kitchen. That way she can hopefully not hurt herself with the real stuff like her old man did when he was little. - T

Elizabeth is eagerly waiting for her kitchen. There are lots of pieces that need to be put together.

"This is taking too long. I'll just play inside the box."

The excitement is building. It's all over Elizabeth's face.

"Finally!!! I get to play with my kitchen."

Guess she needs to talk to somebody. Or maybe order something for delivery.