Rok made dinner last night entirely in the easy bake oven. Rok is pretty big and tall, so seeing him eat itty bitty plates of macaroni and cheese made him look like a giant. We also had enough pizzas to feed a miniscule village. I’m getting concerned. Seeing Rok hunched over a tiny pink oven, tenderly easing out little heart shaped brownies is downright eerie. Now he’s looking at me while he does it. Stop. Stop it.