I had to share. So funny.
So, Firstborn is ten. I can usually trust him with soup. Wednesday I tell him he's making dinner. I brought home a loaf of french bread to go with whatever he chooses to take a can opener to. We are going through the options and he chooses clam chowder. "Best make two cans" I say. Then I leave him alone. Later I eat the soup, which tastes a little funny. Today I am tidying up in the kitchen, and there are two cans side-by-side waiting to be recycled. One clam chowder, one cream of mushroom.
He'll devour a Harry Potter book in a weekend, but reading the label on a soup can is clearly beyond him. The picture showed white creamy goodness, and that's all his hungry hungry hippo brain needed.
God, I have great kids.
So, Firstborn is ten. I can usually trust him with soup. Wednesday I tell him he's making dinner. I brought home a loaf of french bread to go with whatever he chooses to take a can opener to. We are going through the options and he chooses clam chowder. "Best make two cans" I say. Then I leave him alone. Later I eat the soup, which tastes a little funny. Today I am tidying up in the kitchen, and there are two cans side-by-side waiting to be recycled. One clam chowder, one cream of mushroom.
He'll devour a Harry Potter book in a weekend, but reading the label on a soup can is clearly beyond him. The picture showed white creamy goodness, and that's all his hungry hungry hippo brain needed.
God, I have great kids.
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Stupid communication, why does it have to make everything better. WHy can't I just ignore problems and have them go away? I hate conflict but you are so right, better sooner than later.
Too funny about the soup. I trusted my brother to finish a soup I was making this summer and when we ladled it out it was too salty to eat. He added twice as much fish sauce (thai soup) as was written.
HE is 16 and can't read directions yet. Sigh....