I was doing dishes this morning, not paying much attention to you guys. I heard you getting into the oven mitts and such (and isn't that always such fun? Yes, yes it is). Then I heard Zoe saying something about pizza. She kept saying it, which is the cue that she's looking for some validation. I turn around and what do I see? A oven mitted toddler with a round hot pad (that's what I call them, what are they really called?) on top of her hand. Pizza, Mommy. Pizza. I laughed and said "such a smart girl". Roman took a look and made himself a pizza as well. I'd have to say Zoe is more in tune with "playing house", while Roman likes to zoom zoom the cars. Little miss helper, that's who you are :)
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