All good mothers.....

Tonight we were making dinner, and one of the things we were making was grilled pineapple.  I was mixing up brown sugar and cinnamon to coat the pieces of pineapple.  E. climbed up on the chair and asked if she could help me.  I could see a disaster waiting to happen, and so I told her no.  She replied, "All good mothers let their daughters help them cook."!!!!  How can you argue with that when it comes out of a 3 year old's mouth?!  So, I let her help me.  I coated the pineapple slices and she took them and placed them (actually kind of threw them) on the plate.  She started to complain that her hands were getting dirty.  I kindly reminded her that she asked to help, and she didn't say another word until it was done.  What a smarty pants!!!