This afternoon, I made lemon bars as a treat for the kids. I hadn’t ever made them before, and apparently, I’m not very good at it.
Zander took one bite, and promptly spit everything out of his mouth. He then used a napkin to ensure he got every.teeny.tiny.crumb out of his mouth.
He turns to me and says, “Mom, if you’re going to make something for us, next time make it something we want to eat. Not something that tastes like dog food!”
Guess we won’t be making lemon bars again!