The Best
The definition of best is as follows: Surpassing all others in excellence, achievement, or quality; most excellent. If you are a competitive person then you strive to reach this level..the best. Somewhere among many a conversation you will hear a sentence involving best of something. Well, tonight my children debated their own form of best.
Most dinners involve what we call High/Low. Each person says what was the best and worst parts of their day. I actually stole this idea from a movie that I cannot remember the name. Sometimes I mention my high/low, sometimes Daddy is home to say his but not always. Other times I am forgotten in the discussion, if anyone remembers to ask me it is #3. I do remind them they forgot a time or two hopefully to drive home caring about others.
Today is Daddy's bday and he is at the fire station. It was thoughtful of them each to piggyback upon the other that their low was he missed being home with us. As we finished not a moment to notice I said nothing, #3 pipes up. "Mommy you make the best food." We were having frozen pizza since we brought Daddy subway. #1 says, "I don't think so." I shake my head and continue to listen. Long ago I learned never to interrupt these conversations. You gain vast amounts of insight to their thought process listening to them talk amongst themselves.
#1 continues redeeming himself some. He informed us that lots of places have the best of things. His examples were: G-ma popcorn of course #3 adding eggs to her talents (I do believe the memories with the food are what makes it), school has tacos and nachos, Pizza Street has pizza, my personal favorite response Chinese has the best China food. I chuckled in the kitchen drawing attention to my presence. #2 being the girl chimes in that I make the best mac and cheese. I don't measure the ingredients but something that comes out of a box hardly a cook makes.
The momentum has ended of their back and forth so I ask #1 if their is anything I make the best of. He thinks for a split second and says nope. #2 reminds the room of mac and cheese and adds cereal too. Really, this is my best. I do hate to cook, but wow. It is at this point, the temporary look of defeat on my face causes him to add, "waffles."
I guess it is a good thing I know how to read the directions on a box. :)
Most dinners involve what we call High/Low. Each person says what was the best and worst parts of their day. I actually stole this idea from a movie that I cannot remember the name. Sometimes I mention my high/low, sometimes Daddy is home to say his but not always. Other times I am forgotten in the discussion, if anyone remembers to ask me it is #3. I do remind them they forgot a time or two hopefully to drive home caring about others.
Today is Daddy's bday and he is at the fire station. It was thoughtful of them each to piggyback upon the other that their low was he missed being home with us. As we finished not a moment to notice I said nothing, #3 pipes up. "Mommy you make the best food." We were having frozen pizza since we brought Daddy subway. #1 says, "I don't think so." I shake my head and continue to listen. Long ago I learned never to interrupt these conversations. You gain vast amounts of insight to their thought process listening to them talk amongst themselves.
#1 continues redeeming himself some. He informed us that lots of places have the best of things. His examples were: G-ma popcorn of course #3 adding eggs to her talents (I do believe the memories with the food are what makes it), school has tacos and nachos, Pizza Street has pizza, my personal favorite response Chinese has the best China food. I chuckled in the kitchen drawing attention to my presence. #2 being the girl chimes in that I make the best mac and cheese. I don't measure the ingredients but something that comes out of a box hardly a cook makes.
The momentum has ended of their back and forth so I ask #1 if their is anything I make the best of. He thinks for a split second and says nope. #2 reminds the room of mac and cheese and adds cereal too. Really, this is my best. I do hate to cook, but wow. It is at this point, the temporary look of defeat on my face causes him to add, "waffles."
I guess it is a good thing I know how to read the directions on a box. :)
I can tell we're related. We share a dislike of cooking.
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