the other night was leftover night. Z came home starving so i gave him a bowl of spaghetti while i figured out what i was going to do with the hodge podge in the fridge. i decided to make some more noodles for the rest of the spaghetti sauce & make tacos with the left over chicken. i teasingly told Z i was making tacos & asked if he wanted one. i know he loves tacos, but figured the spaghetti would be enough for him, but he called me on it & said yes he wanted a taco too.
when i finished making the tacos he brought me his empty spaghetti bowl & proceeded to get lettuce, cheese, sour cream & ketchup out of the fridge & told me "this is what i want on my taco" – alrighty then. he ate the whole thing, which considering he already had the spaghetti, was a lot. when he finished he had a ring of sour cream around his mouth & B asked if he had enough taco with his sour cream.
let me tell you, we're a family serious about our dairy products. when B was a kid his mom used to tell him he needed to get his own cow because he drank so much milk (& still does) while Z & i can eat our own weight in cheese & sour cream on a daily basis.
one time i made tacos & we didn't have sour cream & Z cried (literally, tears streaming down his face). i'm sure if he knew & could have, he would have called cps on me "yeah, tacos & no white sauce…how could she be so cruel????"
Friday, February 1, 2008
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