Where there's a will, there's a way

My youngest boy really, really wanted to eat his freshly made homemade french fries right away. But unfortunately his second helping of them was just too hot for little fingers. He decided mittens were in order. Mittens?! He hopped down, ran to the kitchen and grabbed the oven mitts. Ahhhh. Problem solved. Still a bit hot to nibble, but fingers were okay. Life is good when you're four.