The box the clementines came in makes a good bed for my chimpanzee. It is too small for Snugglepuppy.
But I have an idea.
It can also be a table.
I make pretend oatmeal for my friends.
I serve it on their little table. They like it.
Then I have another idea.
I ask Meema if we can make muffins.
She says, of course we can.
REAL muffins, I tell her.
Hmm, she says.
I will help, I say.
So I do. I stirred in the blueberries.
It looks really good but Meema says I must not taste till it's cooked because it could make me sick.
It is hard to wait but at last the muffins are cooked. Now I have to wait till they are cooled a little.
Eating them is my favorite part. I am a good cook!
(And my favorite part was that we used the same little cooling rack that my grandmother used when I helped her bake stuff seventy-something years ago.)