My regular readers know that Little Guy and Little Miss are my constant companions in the kitchen. When I begin a recipe, one of them (usually Little Guy) will drag the step stool from the pantry to the island, and they'll both climb up and beg to help.
Little Guy has been successfully wielding a hand mixer since he was two, and now it's Little Miss's turn. She's not quite there yet, but then again, she's not quite two years old.
I wonder if my little kitchen elves know all that. Maybe they're too busy enjoying the reward.
Then again, so am I. I just love my kitchen elves.