Last night on the commute home from school/work, I polled my guys to see if they had any inspiration for dinner. Here's how it went:
Me: Grayson, what do you want for dinner?
Grayson: Mommy cook. Daddy eat. Grayson eat.
Michael: Can Mommy eat?
Grayson: No, Mommy cook.
Nice to know where I stand with the boy. On a matter of principle, Michael cooked. And in case you're curious, we had his specialty...pancakes -- the perfect comfort food for the chilly, rainy day we were having.
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