In this house, in this family, there is no shortage of hilarity on a daily basis. Since I'm the kind of lady who enjoys a good laugh, I appreciate tremendously my family's ability to make me come thisclose to putting a rush on a potty break. In fact when I first started this blog, I wrote about it here. If you want to see what hotflawedmama pre-seasoned blogger sounded like, check it out.
Anyway, tonight was no exception. My favorite hubby has been "requesting" our famous made-from-scratch pizza for awhile now so I thought pleasing him was in order today. I'm sure all you parents can relate to the many times a day your kids ask, "What are we eating?" Or some variation. I typically vacillate between finding it cute to ridiculously irritating. Most of the time I say something sarcastic (didn't you know sarcasm is the BEST way to parent?). Zach falls into the let's-drip-all-comments-with-sarcasm column as well, so he took over tonight.
Trysten: Mommy, what are we having for dinner?
Zach: crazy sauce
Trysten: Dad, what are we having?
Zach: Silly sauce
Trysten: Daaaaaaddddd, what are we really having?
Zach: Nuts sauce
My husband told my son that we were having nutsauce (granted, he tried to make it two words but failed miserably). I looked at him, he made the most hilarious face, and I immediately fell into my side-splitting laughter.
Nutsauce. I think any joke that has that as a punch line will forever be funny to me.
Nutsauce aside, the pizza tasted extra special tonight. Perhaps because it wasn't nutsauce?
I'm no writer, I assure you. Just a woman with a few things on her mind. A mom that makes mistakes, a wife that loves her husband more than words can say and a woman constantly seeing God in the everyday.
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