Every afternoon, on our way home from school I typically ask Ben a few things - how his day went, whadja' eat for lunch, any problems at school, etc. Tuesday afternoon was no different as we drove the short distance home....lunch consisted of pb&j, his day went 'fine', and no, there were no problems. Then:
me: Want anything special for supper?
him: Can we have tacos?
me: Sure! I have taco stuff!
him: Can we have tacos tonight and spaghetti tomorrow night?
me: Sure, no problem!
We get home, argue over homework for way too long, and then I piddle around a little til it's time for me to start supper. Fast forward 30-45 minutes or so, the Daddy walks in the door from work. Ben comes in from the living room - where he's been glued to the tv - to greet his Daddy. As he's walking around the bar into the kitchen, he asks me if the tacos are ready.
Crickets.
Tacos?!
Ah! Oh no! Giggle!
I made spaghetti!!!
Somehow, when I opened the pantry door to get out the taco kit, I must have had spaghetti on the brain and pulled that out instead! It nevereverever even occurred to me as I was up to my elbows in noodles and sauce that I was making the wrong meal!
All was forgiven, though, as long as I promised we could have tacos tomorrow night - Wednesday.
Now, normally we try to eat Wednesday night supper at church - it's always good, it's cheap, and easy on the Mama - but yesterday the meal they had planned was something that I knew Ben would not eat, so I intended to go home and make the promised tacos. Wednesday afternoon riding home from school same routine - same answers too, now that I think about it......anyway......
We get home a little later than I had intended when I made the plan/promise to make tacos for him, so I asked him would it be ok if we skip the tacos (again!) and maybe have some hot dogs? He laughed and said, sure. (why yes, I'm catering to a 7 year old.....what?) So, hot dogs it was!
And another promise for tacos 'tomorrow night'.
This morning I was reminded of my taco promise. My baby wants tacos!!
Just got a call from the Daddy. Looks like we're gonna have to skip the tacos again tonight.....
Who wants to break the news to the little man?
You always make me smile!!!
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