Thursday, March 11, 2010

/deadpan stare...

This is part of an actual conversation that took place in my house today...

The boy:   "Want some chicken parmasean?"
Me:  "You're going to make it?  Sure."

not two seconds later...

The boy:  "I thought we had a cutting board."
Me:  "We do."
The boy: "Where is it?"
Me:  "In the kitchen."

I figured a stupid question deserved a stupid answer...logic would clearly dictate that we keep it out in the garage...

The boy:  "Do we have a mallet?"
Me:  "Yes."
The boy:  "Where is it?"

Okay, really?

Me:  "In the kitchen."

not even two seconds later this time...

The boy:  "It is not!"
Me:  "You're right, I've been lying to you this whole time..."
The boy:  "So, where is it?"
Me:  "..."

Me:  "It's in... the kitchen drawer..."
The boy:  "No it's not!  I looked!"
Me: "No, you didn't!"

The boy:  "I did so.  Look, I walked over here and opened this drawer and said something nonsensical to you and didn't find anything.  Then I went over to this drawer and halfheartedly moved one or two things around and didn't see it.  Then I went over to the other drawer and being discouraged from not finding it immediately, didn't really bother moving anything around in here.  Then I went to the last drawer and... Hey!  Here it is!  I guess you were right all along."

Me:   ::stare::
The boy:  "Hey, do we have a pan?"

This would be the part where I closed the door from the kitchen to the Florida room and left him to his own devices...

4 comments:

  1. The fact that you have a boy child willing to cook is amazing to me. Does he clean up, too?

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  2. LMAO.......

    Mom, do we have a fire extinguisher?????

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  3. Our oldest - who my wife incidentally calls the girl - cooks us cheesy scrambled eggs when it is a late night and we are tired. It's kind of like chicken when you think about it. Kind of...

    {pauses}

    and there's no mallet or cutting board. But seriously, it is nice to have someone else cook.

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  4. ...and after all that he asked if there was any chicken - and there wasn't, right?

    So how did he do? Kudos to him for asking for a mallet. A real man knows his place in the kitchen.

    This morning for breakfast I made a frittata with sliced turkey, tomato, onion, basil, garlic, roasted potatoes and swiss cheese.

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