I said I’d make dinner tonight.
So, when I got back from my grocery trip (I’ve never been good at making magic from whatever’s left in the fridge) I peeked my head around the door and said,
“Who wants a snacky dinner?”
“Me!”, we both yelled!
So, I handed him a bowl of Kettle Chips (Chipotle BBQ) and told him to wait while I finished the rest.
The rest was pita, feta and olives and then a big plate of nachos.
We’re both happy. And full.
I’m going to make the best mom someday.
’cause I’m less concerned about nutrition and more concerned about theme.