Early this morning, Eli requested quesadillas for dinner. I love a good quesadilla as much as he does, so I obliged.
After naptime, Eli and I went downstairs to prepare dinner. He helped to grate the cheese, cut the onion and garlic, open the cans of beans, chiles and olives, and sprinkle some chili powder in our beef mixture.
When Dadda got home from work, Eli wanted to help him fry up the tortillas in the pan and add the cheese. Eli would pull a tortilla out of the bag, sprinkle cheese on it and then smash the cheese down into a flat hard surface.
Out of nowhere, Eli announced his role in the dinner-making process: "I'm the cheese fix-it man!"
He said it over and over again as he continued his job of smushing cheese into the tortillas.
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Love it!
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