I'm laughing out loud before I even start writing this.
Yesterday when it came to making Sunday dinner (which is generally supposed to be the nicest, most delicious meal of the week) I was scrounging around in the kitchen looking for something, anything that you could put together and call a meal. It had been some time since I'd been to the grocery store.
I hate grocery shopping. And I hate it even more if I have to do it in the rain.
Anyway. I found a box of stuffing our neighbors had given us when they moved, one chicken breast, some frozen corn, a few carrotts, a can of cream of chicken soup and some sour cream...
there's a recipe on the back of the stuffing box for "Easy Chicken Bake". So I threw it together and served it up for dinner. When Brandon placed it in front of Carter he took one look at it and yelled, "YUCK!" Alright, so maybe it looked like it had been regurgitated, but it smelled, and tasted just fine.
Then tonight, after grocery shopping (in the rain), I made that italian chicken with the cream cheese in the sauce that you put over white rice. Again, Carter was not impressed with the main course on our dinner menu. He was so stubborn about not eating it that he missed out on brownies after FHE. That's huge.
So, it came as no surprise that his prayer before bed went something like this;
"Deaw Heanly Fadder, thank thee foe this day. Thank thee foe bweafas and not dinnew cuz it's yucky. And I not have bwonies. In name of Jesus Chwis, Amen."
I'll try to come up with something non-yucky for dinner tomorrow. Just for you Carter. :)