You are standing in the kitchen happily chopping carrots and potatoes, and chicken is cooking on the stove and here they come in like 5 minute intervals...
M: what's for dinner?
Chickkkkennnn Pot Pie! :O)
M: mmm, yum.
J: what's for dinner? snif, snif, cough, cough, sneeze
Chickennnnn Pot Piiiiii! :O)
J: hhhh, okay but that's not what I want. snif, snif, cough
good to know - go away.
R: what's for dinner?
Chicken Pot Pie! :O)
R: iiiiiii. can't we have something else?
K: what's for dinner?
hhhhh, chicken pot pie. :O/
K: oooooooh! let me guess and I have to eat it?
ahh, yeah. That's the plan - you will have to eat it.
Mark: what's for dinner?
Oh For God's Sake! Chicken Pot Pie and no I can't make anything else and yes you will have to eat it.
Mark: oooookay. I like chicken pot pie.
hhh. You start out all about making dinner and in 25 minutes they've reduced you to this frowning cranky person who wants to order carryout!
And here is something totally random...If I had any land I would have a donkey. And his name would be Frank. I love donkeys. Mark says I have one and his name is Howard.
Yesterday Jason came staggering down the steps looking for the snuggie and Howard! LOL Poor kid - he is not a happy camper at the moment. He needed a little Howard therapy and Howard was more than happy to share the snuggie and the sofa for the rest of the night. Oh, I hope this doesn't go through the house.