I've always said I'd pay good money to watch a cooking show feature a mom with a screaming toddler on her leg. She would be my hero. How refreshing, the truth for once. And just think of all the valuable things we could learn. Like how to make a nutritious dinner entirely single handed because the baby is teething this week. Or, I don't know, how to chop onions while rocking a cradle with your foot. Just imagine, an entire episode dedicated to pause-cooking (which I just made up but should totally exist. It's 2016. Get it together, science.) because at any given moment someone, somewhere, needs something to be wiped and it would be a shame for the minced garlic to burn.. again.. ugh.