Isaac offered to make pizza for dinner last night.
His first time making dough on his own.
He made the dough from scratch, used canned sauce and shredded the cheese.
He kept asking me if we really eat so much flour, not quite believing how few ingredients there are in dough.
(Even though I make bread nearly everyday but usually at 7:00 am when he is still in bed.)
In no rush at all and so in tune with what he was doing (where I sometimes think of it as another task that needs to get completed), enjoying the process. The kneading, the rolling and the spreading.
So now he has two things he can make mostly from scratch - pizza and apple pie.