Look kids! Daddy's "cooking."

These are the things my husband "cooks" for dinner.

Hot dogs.
Fried eggs (in the microwave)
Hot meat and cheese sandwiches (in the sandwich maker),
Fried egg sandwich (microwaved, sandwich maker)
Tuna burritos (yes, that would be canned tuna fish, mayo, and a tortilla).

As you can tell, I do most of the cooking in the house.

The other night, while dealing with the hungry baby, I asked my husband to do something I never ask him to do. I asked him to flip the meat that was cooking on the stove. As I walked away, I jokingly told the kids, "Look, you guys! Daddy's cooking!"

They children cheered and applauded and encouraged their father.

That was fun.

But then, in the meal, the kids kept telling him how yummy his meat was, and how he was such a great cook and how they all loved the meat "Dad cooked."




He flipped it.



Once.




This morning, my husband said, "Kids! What do you want me to make you for breakfast?"

I laughed at the idea of him making something for breakfast.

"Fine," he said. "I'll cook the kids breakfast. I'll make hash browns."






He made them tater tots.