In the past, we’ve attempted to have the kids each take a night to make dinner for the rest of us. The doll liked the idea for about one day; her brother, one minute (if that). “Can we install a TV in the kitchen?” He asked. “Why? So you can burn the house down?” I said in reply. “You never trust me” he said with all seriousness. “Bay, honestly, if there was a TV in here, how distracted do you think you’d get?” He grunted some sort of response and then left the room.
Monday following work I stopped home long enough to pick up the hub, so we could drive up to IKEA (located an hour north). As we were leaving the doll asked “Is tonight a pick night?” “Pick” in our household refers to everyone “picking” out their own meal or better told “Mama ain’t cooking night”. I looked over at her and said, “Why don’t you take it upon yourselves and cook for us for a change?” She gave me a “Wha?” kind of look, but did not reply before we left.
An hour and a half later, as we drove home happy with our purchase (bathroom vanity), my phone rang. Connected via Bluetooth, Hubby answered the phone from our car radio. “Hi mom, hi dad!” The cheerful tones of our daughter said. “Hi doll” we both said in unison. “When you gonna be home?” She inquired. “Didn’t you get the memo? Your dad and I are on our way to Tennessee–without you and the boy.” I said in teasing tone. “Yeah right that’s why you didn’t pack any clothes…” She quickly rebuffed. “Oh but we did, while you and the boy were asleep this morning”. There was a long pause between us before she said “Well that’s too bad because I was going to make you dinner tonight”.?Smiling I asked “Oh yeah? What were you planning to serve?” “Sommmmethinnnnnng” she drawled out. “Well in that case, we’ll be home in about five minutes, barring a traffic jam.” “Only 5 minutes?” She asked. “Hmm, I was trying to think of something that didn’t require turning on the stove…” She said aloud, more to herself than to us. Her father jumped into the conversation then and said “How about you make some nice scrambled eggs and bacon?” “Ooh that sounds good” I concurred. “I was thinking about making eggs too” She added. “Doll, we’re almost home. You have a meal plan, so get busy.” And then hung up the call.
A half an hour later, after we consumed all the yummy eggs and bacon we could handle, the doll prepared to leave the kitchen; leaving all the dirty dishes yet to be cleaned. “Doll, the chef is required to clean up after herself.” Throwing her shoulders forward as if crushed by the thought of more “work”, she said “Really? I mean I just cooked dinner, can’t the boy be on the hook for the dishes?” Smiling back at her I replied “Well now you know how I feel every other night of the week”. Grunting loudly she trudged over to the sink and began her clean up duties.