Kai: What's for lunch?
Me: Cheese quesadillas.
Kai: Really? So dad taught you how make them?
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Me: Davis! If you don't stop touching that I'm going to chop your fingers off and put them in my stew!
Madison: Wait . . . you're going to make stew?
Visual Anarchy: My increasingly chaotic trip to insanity.
3 comments:
Did you take a class for the Quesa Dilla thing? At Caputos maybe? Way to go! So..you don't cook much..I don't knit. . at all and the world keeps on spinning. . some how. At least Kai's wife wont have his Mom's home cooking to compete with some day.
I can't make decent cookies to save my life. My friends and relatives mock me for this deficiency, too. My children will grow up thinking that Chips Ahoy really do taste like homemade.
That's hillarious!
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