I am in total agreement with PB from MN.
Some of my fondest memories from my childhood is time spent in the kitchen with Grandma, Mom, Aunts and Cousin whoever. Sure there were times we were tripping all over each other, but their were also many more times when the conversations turned into lasting memories. Usually before we were done eating, someone would claim the right to wash, another to rinse and the "short straw " had to dry.
My grandma taught me to peel a potato, my mom taught me to bake, my aunt taught me how not to bake, everything was always undercooked when she did it. If I hadn't been allowed in the kitchen, I'm not sure I would be much of a cook today at all.
In my kitchen I welcome any help. Sometimes it's not much help as there can be a bigger mess than if I just did it myself versus letting the grands do it. But if there is one moment of connection that becomes a lasting memory, I'm all for it!