Dad cut up a onion and started a fire under a pan and put on the onion, and he then gave me a piece of wood so that I could stir it.
It was good fun, although I burned myself twice.
I cried a bit and Dad put my hand under running cold water, and he then wanted to put me on the floor, but I cried again until he realised that I was not going to stop cooking just because of a wee burn.
When the onions were done, Dad took them away and I started to cry again, until he gave me the empty pan back.
Cooking is good fun, it's just a shame Dad won't let me be in charge!
I'm not sure mummy likes my game :-(