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Soooo last night I made the flatbread for dinner and told you all how easy it was. And how much the wee ones loved it.
I think my husband was jealous.
He doesn’t really cook. His job is grilling hamburgers or hot dogs. And that’s about the extent of it. Little Miss doesn’t like the omelettes he makes (he doesn’t whisk them enough so they aren’t fluffy, I think). He follows recipes to the letter on the rare occasion he does cook, and he generally leave it to me.
Except when he makes pancakes. Pancakes he can cook (ok, I don’t like his pancakes, but I also don’t eat restaurant pancakes. I’m picky). He makes them at least once a week when I’m working and don’t get home until late. He’s proud of his pancakes. And really sad that I can make something so quickly and so easily that the wee ones rave over.
So he turned to Little Miss: What do you like better, this flatbread or my pancakes?
Mommy’s flatbread! she squealed.
Even though I put carob chips in your pancakes?
Umm, I like them both.
I had to jump in at that point, giggling a little. That’s ok, Little Miss. We know the real answer, don’t we?
She nodded and smiled at me.
My husband then turned to Mister Man to work on him.
Same result. In fact, he also finally capitulated and told Daddy that he likes both the same.
Again, I had the same response. We know the real answer, don’t we, Mister Man?
He grinned, Yeah, we know the real answer, Mommy!
I turned to my husband, triumph in my eyes, smirking just a little. Hey, they know good stuff when they see it.
It was right about then that Mister Man turned to look at me and earnestly asked, So what’s the real answer, Mommy?
I looked at my husband, and we both died laughing. Yeah, I guess we know what the real answer is after all!