Fainjin was very helpful this afternoon. He washed the kitchen cupboards for me, vacuumed the hallway, and then I suggested he help me peel the veges. He’s always very interested in cooking, and I keep hoping some of it will turn into interest in eating something new.
We pulled a chair over to the bench, and he stood on it next to where I was working. I showed him how to peel a carrot, and handed him one with a peeler. He peeled the carrot (well, half of it), while I did the other carrots, potatoes and kumara.
“I’m really enjoying this, Mum,” he said companionably.
“You could be a really good cook when you grow up!” I suggested.
“Oh, I’m not going to be a cook when I grow up,” he said. “I’m going to be a painter.”
“A painter?” First time I’ve heard that one. “An artist-painter, or a house-painter?”
“A house painter. And painting boxes too.”
“Oh. OK. What made you decide to be a painter?”
“It’s better than being a firefighter.”
“Why is that?”
“‘Cos you don’t have to put out fires.”
“Yes, that would be true.”
“And you know what, Mum? I’m going to paint a box like a fire engine. And I’m going to do a house… tiger pattern!”
“Wow! That would be a cool house.”
“Yeah. ‘Cos I would paint things the awesomest.”
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