Getting what he deserves

This is what happens when one baby doesn’t get his morning nap. I had to pry the scrambled eggs out of Patrick’s hand as I put him down.

So, yesterday, Scott decided to be Mr. Nice Guy and make us all dinner. I needed the break, and I tried very hard not to add my own commentary or offer suggestions to improve his cooking effort. It was almost entirely his project. The end result, I must say, was a very tasty meal. After dinner, the smart aleck quipped that it was the best meal he’d had in years. To which I replied, “Yes, Scott. And I think that you deserve only the best, which is why you should cook dinner from now on.”