the cooker

Today Abby woke up from her nap famished and said,

"Mommy, you're the only cooker around here. I need you to come downstairs and cook my food now."

First I laughed. Then in an ironic kind of way, I was actually flattered. I guess it was the rare recognition (and appreciation?) from a two-year-old that I spend a lot of time preparing food for her. Well, I suppose I'd better get to it then. TTYL, I'm off to be The Cooker.