How Can Dads Create Core Memories in the Kitchen With Their Kids
I saw my nephew, Tom, in the kitchen with his little girl, Lily, the other day. Tom, who I swear used to think a microwave was the height of culinary technology, had a dusting of flour on his nose and a look of pure, focused joy on his face. Lily, perched on her little helper stool, was diligently stirring a bowl of pancake batter, sloshing about half of it onto the counter. There was no stress, no frustration—just the quiet hum of a Saturday morning and the sweet scent of a memory being made.