There is something familiar and fun that happens when my kids get in the kitchen with me, particularly with Only. When I start banging around pots and pan, the food is sizzling, or the bread is raising, a little dancing starts.
It's not some two-step, hip-hop jazz, the cha-cha, the tango (though we do get in a tangle from time to time), Salsa (though we love homemade salsa), swing, or ballet. It's more of a rhythm of movement of bodies working in time and together... reaching, borrowing, side-stepping, occasionally dropping stuff, and creating while cooking. I can tell you we would not get a "10" from Dancing with the Stars or So You Think You can Dance, but I don't really care. For me, it's about the fun, laughter, creating, and memories.
But truth be told, Only did confess that she likes to help because our rule is: If you cook, you don't have to clean up. Oh well, we're having fun anyway!