Damn Right My Boy Has A Kitchen...

I'm not a feminist, but I'm not old school either. The boy likes play kitchens. When we go to playrooms or other people's homes and they have a play kitchen, he plays with them. So, as a find at LA Kids Consignment sale, I got the boy a play kitchen. That's right. I even got him play pots & pans and a shopping cart and a cash register. He already had the play food. So, he likes to play shopping, taking the food home, and cooking. Of course, this requires me to participate as well, many times a day. It teaches him a lot. There is play money, so he's learning how to count out his money. Also, if you're not aware, the boy is afraid of his stuff getting scanned at stores ("NO BEEP BEEP! NO BEEP BEEP!"), so hopefully this will desensitize him. So, yeah, my boy has a kitchen. Doesn't mean a thing....

PS I have to clarify that this is Michelle writing this post, as the boy's father would not want anyone to mistaken that HE bought him the kitchen stuff.