Masak Masak

Today the orforgods gave me an opportunity at a remote shopping spree. Basically they were at the site, saw some goodies that they thought I would want, provided descriptions over the phone and the deal was closed.

So now gabe has a kitchen set, complete with oven and stoves that whistle or sizzle, depending on whether it's the kettle or frying pan you put on. It is also accompanied by all sorts of utensils imaginable and plastic mimics of edibles, some of which you can "cut into half" and put together again. Wonder who is more excited: mother or kiddo.



For the record, I have no problems with my son playing masak masak. Contrary to popular perception, playing "cooking" is not restricted to females *wink*.