So two Sundays ago he made pizza (from scratch, including the dough). This Sunday he made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Yes, it took twice as long, and it was a bit messier (we got some interestingly shaped pancakes), but his pride of accomplishment is more than worth it. Plus, cooking is such a great skill to learn -- it falls into that family of things kids should know how to do before they leave home. And someday, he might just be able to cook some of the meals for us around here.
As the kids sat down to eat, B was rewarded by J saying, "This is the best breakfast ever!"