Hubs was on his own with our daughters for dinner the other night and I asked for a full report when I got home. (They had breakfast for dinner.)
Hubs: Well, [2yo] just ate bacon. She wouldn't touch the french toast or sausage. She asked for a piece of mine, but [4yo] volunteered to share. Then she asked me again and I told her it was my bacon and I was eating it. Then she pouted.
Me: Seriously? You didn't go make her more?
Hubs: I didn't want to go through the hassle.
Me: It's precooked. You just nuke it.
Hubs: But it was in the freezer. In the garage. I didn't feel like walking out there.
Me: What? How do you sleep at night?
Hubs: With a belly full of bacon.
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