Picking our own clothes...

I say to Adam Jr, "Did you pick out your clothes for tomorrow?"
"Pants?" I inquire
"Yes."
"Did you also pick a shirt out of your closet?"
He replies, "Yes, and its handsome too."

Such a big boy.

Stepmother does not equal Chef...

I have been known to try and pass off a dish or two to the kids, that I myself did not think turned out so hot. This weekend we were having Uncle Ben (my sister's fiance) over for dinner. I made Chicken Parmesan. I was very proud of myself for the dinner planning, sides, garlic bread, the works. Then I was trying to cook while wrestling TJ and I might have left the thinly pounded chicken breasts in the skillet a tad too long. Maybe.

At dinner we were having our usual, "What is this? I don't like this! How many bites do I have to eat conversation?" when I answered, "Its just like fried chicken with cheese on top." Laney promptly responded, "Yeah... and burnt on the bottom."