When I’m cooking dinner for other people, it’s nice to have a sidekick who will skip the sycophantics and give me his or her brutally honest opinion about the food, so I don't embarrass myself. But forthright help is never around when you need it most—unless you have a toddler at hand. (And if you do, and if he or she loves to cook, this is your LAST CHANCE to sign them up for our Ultimate Kid Cook Contest.)
Last night I met Henry, a three-year-old with the husky voice of Kathleen Turner and the jaunty mannerisms of a Connery-era James Bond. Dinner was to be quick and painless (stuffed squid and pasta with sausage and arugula), but I was in an unfamiliar kitchen and soon needed a crutch. A knee-high, toothy-smiled crutch.