Trainable

This summer, some of our coworkers told me that the boy was "trainable." I must say, I agree with them. This summer he lived on a diet of mac n' cheese and cheesy hotdogs. Tonight, he cooked me a chicken pesto panini (of course, I told him how and seasoned the chicken). Last night, he made stir fry, per my instructions. Maybe one day he'll be able to cook without directions, but I'm pretty happy with the improvement.

He does need improvement in the surprise department, however. The boy cannot keep secrets. "You're free Saturday night, right?" Hmm...wonder what that could be about? There are worse things. I'm glad he's making an attempt.