So today I discovered I do not have enough patience to teach a 3 year old and a handicapped sister how to cook at the same time.

I thought it would be a nice activity for all of us to do together.
Correction. I had intended on giving my full attention to my sister Chelsey.
Silly me forgot I have a 3 year old curly red headed daughter who's favorite statements are "I do myself" and "I wanna do it, I wanna do it!"

On the menu was spaghetti and chocolate cupcakes.
Making the sauce was minimally painful.
Their responsibilities were just stirring so besides the occasional flung tomato sauce across the room, I'd say we fared okay.

Then we moved to the cupcakes.
I asked Chelsey to open up the box of cake mix.
Next thing I know the explosion of powdery chocolate lands everywhere but the bowl.
Sigh.
Well I wasn't going to give up.
I salvaged what I could.
I told Chloe to go get the milk as a distraction from her wanting to do the eggs.
There was no way in you know where, anyone else was going to do the eggs.
So she got the milk.
And then while my back was turned I hear, "gulp. gulp, gulp..."
Chloe was standing on a chair pouring a half gallon of milk in the bowl with Chelsey watching idly by.

And that is when I said we were taking a break.
Dang. No cupcakes. And now no milk either.

Patience is a virtue.
...I am still learning.