The kid clothesline was totally fun. The clothespins are beyond Gabriel, but when we set down a big pot full of water to wash the little bits of rags and washcloths, he got very busy and did a lot of serious washing, pouring, and stirring with a t-ball bat. Dame Washalot (thank you Edith & Enid Blyton) went laundry wild and could only be coaxed out of the game with leftover dense - actually bricklike - oatmeal applesauce cake slathered in butter. Turns out buttered bricks are not so bad.
And since this *is* a blog for bread-baking types, I had to include this picture of Gabriel's first kneading effort this morning. He beat the bread dough mercilessly.
I think it was overly ambitious to let him do some stirring. Maybe 17 months is a bit young for that sort of thing...let's just say the mess was considerable. In the future, he can take a turn kneading, but Mama does the rest.(I do have this theory that bread dough that has been pounded and whacked by a kid for 20 minutes or so - after some initial grown-up style kneading - has excellent texture. Someday I'll have to ask Cook's Illustrated or some other kitchen scientist to confirm.)
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