Generally I'm the one who makes dinner, however Caleb decided he needed feeding just as I was starting to make dinner, and so James took over for me. He was creating a delicious tomato sauce to pour over our pasta. As he sauteed onions and peppers and other vegetables, a great deal of smoke was rising up from the pan. Colin came into the kitchen:
Colin: Oooh! I'm scared! (as he clenches his hands under his chin and pretends to shake)
Mom: What are you scared of?
Colin The smoke!
Mom: Oh, honey, it's okay. Daddy is just cooking and the pan is making some smoke. I know it looks scary, but as long as Daddy is here it will be okay.
Tentative but assured, Colin wandered off. Then, ten minutes later, I noticed Colin had pulled out his tupperware and spoons and was "cooking" with us in the kitchen.
Colin: Mom, I'm cooking!
Mom: It looks yummy! What are you making?