So, this afternoon, as we were enjoying our tea before he completed his Daily Reflection, he made sure that we were all set for baking the tea cakes that were promised him (although, I do admit, I did try to get out of it - claiming that it was a long day, that my elbow hurt, that there were other things that needed to be done - he would have none of it). I got out the cake mix and as we were reading the ingredients, The Monk shouted that he knew exactly where he could get 3 large eggs. As he runs out the door to the backyard (because, you know, we have chickens, and to him, the freshest eggs would be the ones from the coop itself), I yell to him that while he gets the eggs, I would get everything else together. Right before the door slams I hear him shout "Mise en place!" I couldn't help but smile.
The cakes are done and we are set for our tea time for the rest of the week. And, as I sit here writing this, I can't help but be proud of my son for him just being...well...him.