Lucas
It’s that time of day. The witching hour. You’re trying to get dinner started, dicing an onion with one eye on the simmering pot, and you hear it—that sweet, hopeful little voice right by your knees. “Can I help?”
Lucas
There’s a familiar scene in so many of our kitchens. You’re trying to get dinner on the table, focused on chopping onions, when a little voice pipes up from somewhere around your knees: “Can I help?” Your heart swells and sinks at the same time. You love their enthusiasm, but you see visions of flour clouds, cracked eggs on the floor, and a simple 30-minute meal turning into a 90-minute cleanup operation.