Prepared Dinner: Parmesean Shank-N-Bake Chicken, Ziti pasta with tomatoe alfredo sauce (and added velveeta for cheesiness), and Parmesean cheese bread slices.
Michael: Mom, I don't like the chicken.
(Note: He has commented several times in the last few months regarding my culinary adventures and has not been a big supporter of my gallant efforts.)
Me: (high pitch) Michael, do you realize that EVERY NIGHT when I put dinner on your plate, you tell me there is something you don't like on the plate. (frequency increase and speed acceleration)....Just East What I Give You.
Michael: (dejected from the not-so-loving tone from his
Sister: (from the table where she has been so quietly sitting) Mommy, I didn't want to upset you so that's why I am eating it.
Please note: She had NOT eaten the pasta. I'm sure if you asked, she would have claimed something about it being "rude".
Michael finished his dinner of HOT DOGS and CHIPS.
And it really wasn't very good. I'm learning very slowly. (*Like at a snail's pace...but I am learning).
Sigh. Trying again tonight.
I'm praising Him still...just wish life was a little easier sometimes...