It is not often that I arrive home from work to find someone cooking in my kitchen. This, despite the fact that Himself is a better cook than me. Clearly my cooking is not bad enough to make him cook dinner more often. The only upside to the fact that he doesn’t cook often is the fact that cleanup is a lot easier when he doesn’t cook … if you get my drift J
Anyway, last night I find him and the two kids in the kitchen covered in flower. He was keeping in eye on Cat who was making pizza, from scratch.
And that is not all she made, she also made spaghetti bolognaise for them for lunch. The only thing that Himself did was chop the onion for her.
And let me tell you if her spaghetti was ½ as nice as her pizza I might not be the one cooking dinner for much longer. My girl is growing up!
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We also took the kids to the late night show at the movies last night. The Wolverine. They love the fact that they can stay up so late during their school holidays (vacation).
So in the car on the way home the following conversation takes place:
Tiger: 'thanks dad'
Himself: 'for what?'
Tiger: 'taking us to the movies'
Tiger: 'and what do you say, Jo?'
Me: 'that I have a very cheeky son'
Tiger: 'seems that way, doesn't it'
ps. they loved the movie and didn’t have any nightmares