I was juggling the preparations for a Bar-B-Que. Onions and mushrooms were caramelizing on the stove top. On the grill, Burgers were starting to cook. I was bouncing between setting out the sides, rooting out long forgotten condiments from the back corners of the fridge, and cutting tomatoes.
Just then, my ever-hungry 6 year-old walked into the kitchen. He saw the half-watermelon sitting on the cutting board. He saw the 10” chef’s knife sitting beside it. He slid his step stool over to the counter, and took up the knife in both hands, intent on carving himself a snack.