I have been making fresh strawberry jam these last few weeks with our yummy strawberries from the farmers market. Jack loves it on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Today I got going with something else and scorched the bottom a bit so that I had to be careful scraping off the jam. Jack became interested in what I was doing and wanted to help me stir so once I had gotten most of the jam into its jar, I gave him the small pot and he chose a huge spoon to stir with. Then he began "stirring" which actually involved pressing the spoon down into the pan and then licking off whatever stuck to it -- sort of like a giant lollipop ...saying "ummm, yummy.." all the while.
He stayed there for quite some time chatting with me and enjoying his jam...
... then he decided to take the party outside... so, pot and giant spoon in hand, out he went.
Well, I went inside to do some writing and I heard the sounds of him playing happily outside. About ten minutes later I heard him coming into the house so I got up and turned the corner to see him walking, pot and giant spoon in hand, and looking like this...
Yes, he had taken his pants off outside and, yes, he had sort of taken his shirt off and, yes, he did have little bits of jam all over him and generally looked like he spent the night on the street. Through some serious, belly-shaking laughter I asked him "who in the world takes care of you?!"
I think I mentioned he likes the jam.
