Went to the grocery store yesterday. With the onset of this chilly weather I thought I'd pick up some yeast to make bread. The house always smells so good when it's cold out and there is warm bread in the oven.
Isaiah returned home from school yesterday and I hadn't put all the baking supplies I purchased away at that time. I had other goodies, for baking, on the counter and didn't want Isaiah to snoop. I told him please do not touch what's on the counter as he was investigating the yeast packets. Isaiah replied, thinking I was specifically talking about the yeast, and said, "Oh yeah, that stuff's alive."
I turned back to chopping my tomatoes for tacos and imagined what his little boy mind must be imagining is in those yeast packets.