Life at Lothlorien

This is a story from my DH. B came running out of the house yelling "CC bit me!" Dad: "Well, does it hurt?" B: "Sort of." Dad: "That means it really doesn't hurt, does it?" Then CC arrives. Dad: "CC, did you bite your brother?" CC: "Yes. He said he was a Pop-Tart and to take a bite, so I did." Just a reminder to get the rest of the story before taking any action.

I am becoming so spoiled. Tonight, I was really tired and didn't feel like making anything for dinner. (We had guests all weekend and I was cleaning up and recouping.) B came and told me he was hungry, so I said we would go to McDonald's as soon as Daddy got home. He thought for a minute and said, "Mom, I can make dinner." And sure enough, he did. He made cheese pizzas with in the toaster oven. He split the English muffins, added pizza sauce, grated the mozzarella, and toasted everything. All I did was set out some fruit to go with it. He even made mine first because, he said, "Ladies first." And then he went and tortured his sister somehow while getting ready for bed and lost a bedtime story, so life is balanced.