It is close to dinnertime. I am in the kitchen cooking. The pots and pans are being rattled, the water turns on and off, a timer beeps alerting me that something is done or needs to be checked. I am not a quiet cook.
cody: Momma, where are you?!!
me: I am in here.
The voice gets further away.
cody: Momma! Where are you?!!
me: In here Cody. I’m making dinner. Good Lord, what does he think I am doing, making dinner in the bedroom closet?
cody: Momma, where are you?
me: Cody. I am making dinner. I am in the kitchen. I really should have answered his question the first time he asked where I was. In my defense I was making a new recipe and was trying to get it all to the table at the same time. I do not like cooking new things and am a nervous cook so I was not paying him much attention.
cody: He wanders into the kitchen. He hugs me and asks Did you not know where you were?
me: Of course I know where I am sweetie. I am just busy right now. I am in the…crap where is the milk and why do we have a million spoons but no clean forks?
I am busy washing some forks when Cody asks me how to spell “kitchen”. I tell him and then call everyone to the table. After dinner I see this:
me: Cody what is this? I point to the sign.
cody: It is so you know that this is the kitchen. So we all know where the kitchen is.
He runs with the idea and starts labeling various rooms in the house.
I am thrilled that the rooms in our house are slowly getting their very own labels. Not only will I easily be able to know where I am but Cody is writing, something that he finds hard and that he rather dislikes doing.
Label away, Cody, label away!