— Beth, age 4, while holding a bite of french toast on the end of her fork above her head like a champion’s Olympic torch. She then devoured it and began cackling maniacally.
Using up scrips and scraps from last week’s groceries while making breakfast: blueberry/white chocolate pancakes with strawberries, and a spinach-steak omelette.
Actually, at urging from the kids, there is also some leftover mac-and-cheese in the omelette. Luke hates it. Beth loves it. I probably won’t do that again. But it used up leftovers (which was the main goal). The dog will eat whatever we don’t.
Everybody likes the white chocolate in the pancakes, though. Who wouldn’t want candy for breakfast?
Luke: “Remember that hotel we went to with Grandpa where we had that terrible omelette?”
Luke: “That was the worst omelette in the world!”
Me: “It was pretty bad.”
Luke: “This one you made this morning is better than that one. But not much.”
|Beth:||[age 3, stretching out her hand and fingers] "One, two, three, four, five. Pick a finger, Daddy."|
|Me:||"I'll take this one." [taps index finger] "What does this one mean?"|
|Beth:||"That one means we should go out to breakfast."|
|Me:||"Hmm. What do all the other fingers mean?"|
|Beth:||"The other fingers mean, 'pick a different finger'."|
|Luke:||[age 7] "Are you drinking beer?"|
|Me:||[holding an open beer bottle] "No, this is for the pizza dough." [gestures to breadmaker and other ingredients] "We're having pizza tonight. I'm prepping the dough now."|
|Luke:||"But I just saw you drink from the bottle."|
|Me:||"Well, yeah, of course I took a swig. This is good beer."|
|Luke:||"But we haven't even had breakfast yet."|
|Me:||"That's why I only took a swig. The rest is for the dough. I don't drink alcohol except with supper."|
|Luke:||"You mean, except with supper /and/ when you're making pizza dough."|
|Me:||"If you like."|
|Luke:||"Can I have a taste?"|