Sometimes life calls for compromise. This week has been rough because the little guy has been sick and now I've come down with the crud too. In an effort to 1: make the little guy smile and 2: get out of cooking , I let him choose what he wanted for dinner last night. His menu: - Chocolate ice cream with sprinkles - Squeeze cheese with crackers - Peeps (thanks Nana) - Guacamole dip with chips (OK, this was my menu addition) - BBQ potato chips - Milk (his choice, I promise!) Hubs walks in, looks at our buffet spread out on the counter. Him: What's for dinner? Me: You're lookin at it. Him: Dip? We're having dip for dinner? Me: Dude, I'm sick, gimme a break...it IS homemade... Him: I'll fix a sandwich... Me: Fine, more guacamole for us.
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