Little Fella Chef Henratouille

Dear Chef!
Since the very first days of summer when a careless driver u-turned into our beautiful 1 year old Honda Odyssey you've been stuck to the DVD player in our rental van playing Ratatouille EVERY time we are in the car.  You quote the movie often, talk about the characters, and desire to be a little chef.  You pull out all of the bowls in the kitchen, whisks, and spoons and proceed to look very busy diligently whipping up a major high class meal.  Often you asked me to pull out a cookbook for you to look through.  You enjoy serving it on my pizza tray, balancing it deftly on one hand as you walk through the room.  (You just screamed out in your nap, "MOMMY! There's a dragon! I can chase that!")  So this week we bought you a chef's hat just like Ratatouille.  After ordering a pizza for delivery last week you've also added on to your food services home delivery of all sorts.  Cookies, Mexican, Chinese, Pizza.  You're great at letting us know what you bring each time.  Your first delivery was pizza with pineapple for "a penny, penny, buck, buck."  For Mexican delievery you brought three tacos, rice and beans and flan, and then Chinese was soup, noodles and chicken, each time you announced the food.  Then you say, "Thank you, have a nice evening."  

 A perfect gentleman chef, except you don't go into the customer's pocket to get the money! 
Love, Mama