I have a little boy, who's getting to be a bigger boy, but every time I'm in the kitchen, he's right beside me. Well, actually, he's in front of me. Getting his stepstool right where I plan to stand. By the stove. By the island. Gathering supplies. He's on it.
He even goes as far as to tell L that she can't help with eggs because that's the guys job. ;) He browns hamburger, scrambles eggs, stirs the soup, makes the waffles...mixes most muffins, breads, desserts...
One day while the girls were trying a new recipe, they were told to swift the flour. L and M were taking turns. When it was M's turn, L says to him, "M, you are so patient." He was doing a fine job. Glad to hear encouraging words between the siblings.