I lost Saturday to an unscheduled visit by evil stomach trolls. Let’s move onto happier subjects. Sunday I did a few things to get ready for Youngest and Daugher-in-law coming over for dinner to celebrate her birthday tonight. Overall, dinner should be simple enough to make. But, of course, I’m making her a cake. The problem is Youngest Son can’t eat the cake. So as I was getting ready to run to the store, I had this conversation with Wizard:
Wizard: “You’re not making two desserts. Youngest is a grown man, he will be fine if he can’t eat the cake.”
Witch: “What? I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.”
Wizard: Repeats himself.
Witch shaking my head: “Maybe speak slower? I’m not following your point.”
Wizard TELLS ME AGAIN SLOWLY AND IN MORE DETAIL.
Witch: “Huh, I think we have a communication problem, can you try another language?”
Wizard switched to sign language, but um, I can’t repeat what he said Then I did what I was going to do anyway, I made Youngest his special cookies. And today I’ll make a cake that I hope daughter-in-law likes. Then they can take cookies and cake home with them.
That was my weekend, how was yours?
UPDATE: As I was writing this blog Sunday afternoon, Wizard was in the kitchen eating some of the cookies he didn’t want me to make