Daddy go kitchen

The other night, M (otherwise known in this household as "Daddy") was getting ready to cook dinner. I was feeding N his solid food, and Z was nowhere to be found.  Since everyone knows that silence equals mischief, M went down the hall to Z's room to see what he was up to.  Nothing is what he was up to, just playing in his room, some random game known only to him.  But when M came in the room, Z got right up, pushed him out the door, said, "Daddy go kitchen!" and closed the door on him.  I guess he really wanted Daddy to get cooking!