It was about 7pm and Joseph was heading out to play with his friends while I fed the girls their dinner. As he was walking out the door, I said “I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.” He looked at me funny, paused, and then said “you mean, when you get dinner.” Oh my goodness! Have I sunk so low that my kid thinks “time for dinner” means some sort of take-out? 🙂
Anyway, I said “No, I’m going to make dinner” and he looked at me as if I’d fallen off my rocker.
Needless to say, Ron’s suggestion was Enchiritos which are super easy and that was dinner. Mmmmm….