I want nothing more for my son than to be a nice boy and a good cook. Anything else he wants to do or be if fine with me. When I bake, I usually ask him to come help me. It means a much bigger mess, but I want him to enjoy cooking. He's been too chicken to hold the beaters until today; he asked to hold them and thought it was really great to push the "power boost" button. And licking the beaters and eating 3 cupcakes is pretty great, too.