Although I am a trained teacher, I do not teach my kiddos. At least not in the formal sense. There are no “skill and drill” moments in my home, no peppering their days with flashcards and worksheets. I figure I only get them as little kiddos once and I’m going to enjoy them.
But what I do do with my kids is play with them. Teaching kiddos card games and making crafts, those are all skills that make those synaptic responses just go whiz-bang. And, of course, I read to them. But my favorite thing to do with my kiddos is cook with them. Talk about a thematic gold mine. In one batch of banana bread you can talk about all kinds of stuff: science, math, geography, spelling, you name it.
So, making focaccia for dinner last night was yet another great chance to turn my little kiddos into the next generation’s scientists or geographers or what-have-you.