I would've asked if he'd been high on something if he wasn't six and could understand me, but Alfonso tonight helped me cook dinner. Seriously. He insisted that he help with the entire thing and kept asking for jobs to do. Whaaaat?
So I let him stir the vegetables and put salt and pepper on the fish and flip them in the pan...
before he asked if he could do anything else.
Then after dinner? HE ASKED IF HE COULD MAKE THE BOTTLES. This is the most help I have gotten from anyone all summer and it's coming from Alfonso?? The kid that belongs in the innermost circle of hell? Okay that's harsh, but if you could compare tonight's Chef Alfonso with daily Alfonso, you'd see a vast difference too.
Oh sweet mother of God, maybe I'm the one who's gone insane.
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