Although spending a little time baking with Lucas is completely ordinary it is also totally special as it’s something we manage to do just the two of us; a quick 15 minutes stolen when two little brothers are peacefully sleeping. As soon as he sees me setting up for baking he starts pestering, ‘get chair, get chair’ and he sets him self up in a prime position. He helps with measuring, the mixing and loves dolloping cookie dough onto the baking trays. All the way through this I am constantly telling him he can’t eat the mix…YET! I see him pretend to mix then look at me as he slowly lifts the spoon away from the bowl and towards his mouth then his confusion when I tell him he must finish the baking. Then finally that glorious moment when I have scraped out the last of the mixture, popped the baking trays in the oven and hand over the spoon. ‘Wowww’ is what I hear while he dances in excitement, hopping from one foot to the other while gripping the spoon for fear I will change my mind and take it from him. Instead I sneakily run off with the whisks before he can get to them too!