Chefs

Quinn helped me cook dinner today. He used a butterknife to slice mushrooms, and then measured out the rice and pushed the buttons on the microwave. He did a very good job.

Quinn: "Mom, I think we need to call someone from a different country on the phone."
Mom: "Why? Calling a different country on the phone is expensive!"
Quinn: "Well, we need to tell someone in a different country that I'm a chef!"
Mom: "Why do we need to tell them that?"
Quinn: "Well, when they find out that I'm a chef, they'll say 'WHAT? A kid's a chef? That's IMPOSSIBLE!'"
Ahhh. We need some long-distance kudos and awe-struckedness ;).