When I walk in the kitchen to make breakfast, lunch, or dinner, Haze follows. He knows that means it's almost food time - his favorite! If I take too long to get the food on his tray (i.e. if I take longer than 25 seconds), he starts taking matters into his own hands. While wimpering, he brings me muffin mixes, cake mixes, boxes of crackers, anything he can carry, and whines, "cook-kee?" I feel like he's thinking, "How come this is taking so long?! It's so easy. Here, let me help you." And I love it.
P.S. He is in his birthday suit because he was about to eat spaghetti.
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