She'd been asking for years when she'd be able to use knives.
(Surely, an alarming conversation to any overhearing passersby.)
So I gave her a set of serrated, nylon kitchen knives that couldn't do much damage to fingers or, unfortunately, as it turns out, vegetables.
Still, she was thrilled (throwing more red flags each time she shared that she got knives for Christmas) and eagerly takes to task processing anything softer than a carrot.
On Friday, when I asked her to prep the avocado for our pizza-movie night salad, she said:
Sure! Rough chop?