Today Tovina and I made zucchini muffins. And when I say 'we' I really do mean WE. Admittedly 'we' took over an hour to mix everything together rather than the 20 minutes it may have taken on my own, but other than that, I'd say it was flawless.
Tovina measured every ingredient other than the vanilla, the first cup of flour and the first teaspoon of baking powder. Even with the exceptions she still poured the vanilla and measured the 2nd cup of flour and the 2nd teaspoon of baking powder. I had no idea she was capable of leveling out a teaspoon of anything much less keeping is all in the container it started in while measuring.
T even cracked the eggs herself. (I did fish out one teeny tiny piece of shell, but I often have to do that for myself so this does not seem very important.)
I turned on the oven, read the recipe, handed her the ingredients, oversaw measurement verification, did some final mixing (its heavy mommy), and transferred the batter to the muffin tin. Though even then Tovina told me which spot to put the next spoonful of batter.
When I told T, "I'm so proud of you. I didn't know you could do all of that."
Tovina said to me, "I can do lots of things. I’m 3.’
I'm thinking that I might be able to have her bake her own cake for her 4th birthday.