Earlier this evening, I asked Collin to see if we had enough pasta for dinner. He pulled out the bag, eyed it, and stated that we did not. So I ran out and picked up ravioli, and he started the pot of water to boil.
A few minutes later, he checked on the water…then came out of the kitchen holding the empty pasta bag and said “Uh, who put the pasta in the water?”
There was a chorus of “I didn’t’s” and then we all turned and looked at Maura….oh…dear…
I would like to announce that I can never blink again, because heaven forbid I don’t pay attention for three whole minutes and Maura decides she can cook her own food.
Remind me again how independence is a good thing? It just needs to come with some safety lessons and street smarts.