Everyone in the family could make something special except Robbie. He was only six and thirteen was a long time away. He couldn't wait that long. He wanted to whip, flip, and mix up something wonderful now.

So one morning, very early, Robbie woke up and tip-toed downstairs to the kitchen while the rest of his family slept. It didn't seem so hard. If they could do it, so could he. The kitchen was his kingdom.