He put on my apron before starting to chop the veggies.
“You look good in pink,” I complimented him.
“I look good in every color,” he replies.
Chop. Chop. Chop.
Scribble.
Veggies are sauteed and the steak gets dumped into the hot pan. 
“The sounds of a thousand screaming souls,” he states, referring to the sizzling steak.
Sizzle. Sizzle. Sizzle.
Scribble.
“Are you writing down everything that I say?”
I sure am. It’s March!
Scribble.
jenniebblog 
Such a cute slice! A sweet, funny moment with your son- a good thing to put on paper ind in memory.
And he gets that you have to write everyday!
I enjoyed it.
Sizzling souls!!! Cooking steak will never be the same for me!
and by sizzling I meant screaming. 🙂
Love this! You and Troy sound like you have the best time together. Is he a good cook?
I also caught myself recording my son today on a voice memo so that I could write about it later. I love March. 🙂
That is hilarious. The “sounds of a thousand screaming souls” made my day!
What a great helper! I need to get mine to step it up!;)