Wednesday, July 11, 2012

My four-year-old made dinner...

So it came close to dinner time tonight. I turned to my husband and asked, "Do you want to make it, or should I?" He shrugged, and so I turned to my four-year-old. "Do you want to make dinner?" I asked. I was joking, of course. I suspected his idea of a good dinner would be s'mores, popsicles, and pudding, with ice cream for dessert. I thought he would say no.

But he smiled really big, pumped his fist, and said, "Yes!"

We ate hot dogs. Hot dogs and chips and strawberries and pickles. He heated up the hot dogs himself, in the microwave, which I'm pretty sure I couldn't have done at his age. And then he told me to write about it on my blog.

So I did.

We didn't have onions. We chopped up our own pickles. We did, however, use ketchup and mustard that looked just like this! Hooray!


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    1. It was! Although it may have kind of taken more work than normal (making sure plates didn't spill as they got carried)... :)

  2. Aw, that is so adorable and impressive!! Little does he know, now he's shot himself in the foot. He's going to have to make dinner every night now :0)

    1. Nah. He'd rebel. He's too smart to do EVERY night...maybe every other night? :)