The cook, the QB, the babe, and their father
We ate dinner at church and everyone got to look at Baby Abel. They sent us home with two trays of lasagna.
Samuel was inspired. During our nap-time, he broke into the fridge and gathered ingredients.
“Today we are making goldenberry lasagna. Fresh and squeezy!”
My subconscious registered this and yanked me out of my slumber. Oh, no, you don’t.
This is what I found:
Ingredients: (a) goldenberries; (b) iced tea.
It could have been worse. It has been worse. Tonight we caught him trying to put something into the oven.
Absolutely not, I told him.
Absolutely yes, he said.
Watching cooking videos with a five-year-old isn’t a good idea.
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Right now, I’m watching Monday Night Football, with Eli and Peyton Manning and Bill Belichick. Daniel stands in his diaper in front of the TV and pretends to be the quarterback. He stamps his foot and calls out numbers. One! One! Two! Two! Three! Three!
Samuel was inspired. During our nap-time, he broke into the fridge and gathered ingredients.
“Today we are making goldenberry lasagna. Fresh and squeezy!”
My subconscious registered this and yanked me out of my slumber. Oh, no, you don’t.
This is what I found:
Ingredients: (a) goldenberries; (b) iced tea.
It could have been worse. It has been worse. Tonight we caught him trying to put something into the oven.
Absolutely not, I told him.
Absolutely yes, he said.
Watching cooking videos with a five-year-old isn’t a good idea.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Right now, I’m watching Monday Night Football, with Eli and Peyton Manning and Bill Belichick. Daniel stands in his diaper in front of the TV and pretends to be the quarterback. He stamps his foot and calls out numbers. One! One! Two! Two! Three! Three!