Cut the Cheese, Daddy

This morning after riding my bike Abby asked me to come downstairs with her and play kitchen. I agreed as I haven’t played kitchen with her in a very long time (yes, I’m a neglectful dad in the playing kitchen department, for some reason I feal ill equipped for this task). She carefully hand-selected a block of plastic cheese, a plastic red delicious apple and placed them in her clear-vision pot. She placed the pot on the burner which immediately erupted with the sound of boiling water. The water reached its peak boiling temperature and she grabbed the scalding foods out of the pot and placed them onto a plate for me. She then got a knife and fork out and demanded I cut… the cheese.