When my newest grandson was born, I got to keep the two big sisters while their mommy was in the hospital. My husband, the usual cook in the family is sick, so I was in charge of dinner. Ruby said, “Grandma, I’m hungry.” “Okay,” I replied, “Let’s go see what we can scrounge up.” As I took her little hand and walked to the kitchen, she asked, “Do you use recipes?” “No, but we can find something to eat,” I assured her. After a moment’s hesitation, her three-year-old hazel eyes got as big as saucers, she looked at me very seriously and said, “Maybe I better just put peanut butter on graham crackers.” Sadly, even a small child knows better than to trust me in the kitchen.