Wait For It...

My sister Kate cracks me up.
Her class was cancelled today, so she got to our house way early (I've mentioned that she's been living with us this summer, right?)
Anyway, by the time I came home around 9pm, she was bored to the point of turning into a zombie.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, let's do something!" She wailed listlessly. 

Jesse is coming home tomorrow, so I've got lots of things to do to get the house ready for him.  Well...let me clarify: He's a guy.  He could care less what the house looks like.  But I'm a woman...particularly a homemaker.  And if Jesse comes home to a messy house, I'm a terrible wife.  In my own eyes, anyway.

So when Kate was looking for something to do while I was running around dusting and putting folded laundry away, I looked at the aging bananas on our counter and handed them to her, along with flour, sugar, baking powder, vanilla, the works.  I helped her preheat the oven and then left her on her own while I went to put away my sewing things.

I was please with how independant she was in the kitchen!  The only time she asked me a question was when she needed to know where my measuring spoons were.  She couldn't find them in the drawer because I had set them on the counter for her. Lol.

I was passing through the kitchen when I saw the bread pans full and sitting on the counter.

Maybe she doesn't know how to adjust the oven racks, I thought.  So I walked over to our cute little 60 year old oven and moved them to the right height for her.  When she still didn't make a move to put the banana bread in the oven, I asked her if she was going to.

"Not yet," She said.  "I'm waiting for the oven to beep."

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, precious child of the nineties!!!