Have you ever heard the saying, "When the cat's away, the mice will play?" Of course you have. Well, in my family it's "when the cat's away, the mice don't cook dinner."
Relax dear, we still ate together.
But as we were driving home from another noisy day at the daycare, Abbie and I were trying to figure out what to have for supper. She came up with the great idea to make breakfast burritos.
That's a big tortilla filled with scrambled eggs, shredded cheese, and bacon, just in case you've never had one.
Ben will fuss when he finds out we ate bacon when he wasn't here. See, I never buy bacon. I mean NEVER. It's bad for you. It clogs your arteries, raises your blood pressure and makes you fat. So I don't buy it. Every once in a while he just has to have some though, so he goes out on a Saturday morning and gets it, but I'm not going to be the one feeding it to him.
Of course, it would logically follow that I would also refuse to feed him ice cream and fettucini alfredo because they are also bad for you, but my logic is not his logic, and I just love ice cream and alfredo too much. I have to draw the line somewhere, right? I mean, you can't deny yourself EVERY goody out there, can you? And I DO feed him squash and spinach and broccoli and whole wheat pancakes (not necessarily together), right?
It's all for his own good.
And we won't talk about my ice cream addiction.
Be thankful ~
Karen
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