We took an alternate route for the wooden kitchen, but the destination is the same: cooking. Or, "coookin" as Oliver says. This is truly a hit. And I'm so glad, because with a car, a train, "animuls", drums, and other lovely and handmade gifts, the kitchen could easily have been a dud. But it's not. It's a smashing success. I asked Oliver what he was cooking and he said, "Supper!" Then I told him supper was ready, and asked him if he wanted to eat. "No," he replied. Cooking, you see, is much more entertaining than eating.