Tuesday, January 17, 2006

the way to a man's heart

For me, the way to a man's heart is not through his tummy. I woke up in the morning and very sweetly said, "Shall I cook dinner tonight?" The offer should have been refused but the boy naively responded, "That would be nice." Two burnt pans, four smoke alarm screams, and one ruined kitchen towel later, dinner was served. I woke up with sore arms from having waved a towel underneath the smoke alarm for thirty minutes. I fear that as he gets to know me little by little, I become less and less impressive. Good thing he has a sense of humor that can match my own and a politeness that is beyond polite. He even had seconds.

1 Comments:

Anonymous gracie-face said...

too cute!

7:02 PM  

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