Here's the reason that I don't cook:
Ok- it's not the reason, but it is very annoying! Whenever I'm in the kitchen Collin comes over and wedges himself in between me and the counter. And he's crying while he does it.
And then when I move or move him out of the way, he grabs onto my leg and tries to climb up, but instead pulls my pants down! The little stinker! Someday he won't be doing this and I'll miss him at my feet. But I still won't cook much.