A Microwave Wait

Well, the same gal, Kelly, who gave us our new garden toy is a huge garage sale buff. So, I'd asked her to keep an eye out for smallish play kitchens for Bree as well. She actually found the perfect one for our compact apartment space only a few days later. Bree is now the proud owner of her very own kitchen complete with oven, refigerator and microwave. She loves acting out all the kitchen activity she's seen go on in the big kitchen in her own little kitchen. Actually this morning Travis and I got a huge kick out of her as she played there. She had her daddy sit down and told him she was making him his dinner. Then she made him wear a "bib" (a blanket she draped over him) and set a puzzle on his lap, telling him it was his "tray." After that she grabbed one of her little plastic veggies from inside her fridge and put it in the microwave. She closed the door, pretended to push the buttons and then....then she stood there looking impatient for a whole minute. Travis asked her "Is it done?" Her response was, "Almost!" as she crossed her arms and waited a little more. Suddenly she declared the plastic broccoli done and served it to her daddy on a plate, with a fork and even blew on it when he insisted it was too hot! (hee hee)