It's not that I don't want to teach them. It's more of a I'm not good at it in a massacreing the chicken kind of way. My dad showed me how to do it before I got married. I am glad he did and if the need arises I can do it, it's just that the result is less than appetizing.
I'm not exactly sure what my problem is. There is an element of impatience involved but it seems there must be more to it.
It was so tough to let go and let him do it but I managed somehow. While they were smiling and cutting I was found feet up on the couch, laptop in lap, taking a load off. Not a bad trade, eh?