The boys were crazier than normal today. Maybe it was because they knew I had a migraine the size of Texas all day, or maybe it was just them being them. I’m not sure.
I tried to have dinner ready before Gene had to leave for work tonight. (I hate this shift.) Of course, it didn’t work out, so I told him there were leftovers in the fridge that he could warm up. After he left, ours was ready, so I served it to the boys and my MIL. As I placed Zander’s plate in front of him, he crinkled up his nose and said, “This is not what I wanted. I really wanted leftabergers like Daddy.”