Tokyo's Manager

A couple of weekends ago the whole Lewis clan had dinner at a restaurant called Tokyo's; it is one of those sushi/hibachi grill places. We were lucky enough to get a hibachi grill table so we could watch the "action".

If you are unfamiliar with a hibachi chef, click here.

Matt was very intrigued and freaked out by the whole experience. He would tell us he needed to go poop but then he didn't want to leave. Go figure. I don't think I have ever used poop to get out of a situation; I think he gets that from his dad.

Now a few weeks later, he is obsessed with the "tokyo's manager". Here is the result:

This is one of his new favorite things to do, stand at the island pretending to cook. Usually he makes a birthday cake. Today started out as pancakes but obviously turned to pig slop. Very interesting.