The sound of pots and pans, utensils and cutlery echoing throughout the house could only mean one thing.....Master 15 was cooking himself breakfast.
Now I know that such pursuits are to be encouraged...it's wonderful that he is growing up....becoming independent....that he is capable of looking after himself....that he is showing an interest in such things....his future wife will surely thank me...yada yada yada!
Deep down inside....I was cursing!
When Master 15 decides to cook it can only mean one thing......a huge, disastrous mess. It usually involves twice as many pans than is strictly necessary.....every whisk, spoon and spatula in the house gets a workout. There will be splashes and spillages on every conceivable surface...and on a few you would never have thought of......and it will all be kindly left for ME to clean up.
But despite my fears and impending frustration I bit my tongue and didn't rush out...I left him to his own devices. I must admit the aroma of scrambled eggs wafting through the house was appetising.....I'm still working on the part where he makes whatever he is cooking for everyone and not just himself....and I waited.
Once everything was quiet....and the bedroom door slammed....I made my way out with trepidation to view the awaiting horror......and you know what......
......it wasn't too bad.....he could have leaned over and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher....but everyone needs to leave a little room for improvement....right?