Today he tossed steak cubes in spices for tomorrow's beef tagine, coating each side precisely.
He peeled carrots carefully, safely and (perhaps a little too) thoroughly -- with very little assistance from me.
Little hands measured ingredients for bread dough, turned on the mixer, then placed the bowl in a warm place to rise. Later he helped to grate cheese, roll and shape dough, and sprinkle the resulting savoury spirals with bacon and cheese pieces.
His proud smile of accomplishment is worth any spills and messes I need to clean up. And he's good at sharing the fruits of his labour, too!