Cornered

When it comes to working in the kitchen, I have a little shadow. RTR thinks any time I am in the kitchen, it's his job to slide one of the kid-size chairs into the corner at the counter between the stove and sink and help in whatever way he can. It can make dinner prep a little crowded and challenging. Tonight I thought I would turn the tables on him-- moving to another part of the counter. At first at worked. But before I could get a salad made, there he was, sliding his chair over to where I was. Oh well. Nurturing this kind of kitchen help could come in handy in the future.