This happened many moons ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.
#1 Son was probably 4 and that would make Little LadyBug around "2-ish". It was a spring day. The flowers were blooming. It was warm. I had had a very long day with the children. We had played outside. Everyone was filthy and in desperate need of a bath. Fortunately, no one had an evening activity or meeting so I could take my time with dinner. But, I just didn't know what to make...
It must have been about 5:15pm. I was on the phone talking with my friend Liz. Mr. Bug walked in. He took a whif and smelled nothing cooking. He took one look around. He was a very hungry bug that day. He hadn't had his afternoon snack. In a fit of temper he said, "That's it! You're fired! You never have to cook for me again! I'll do the cooking around here!"
I smiled! I said, "Okay." Inside, I was jumping for joy!! I never had to make the "dinner decision" again!! I don't care what I eat for dinner. If he'd told me what to make, I'd have made it.
Liz heard this all through the phone and almost whined, "I wanna get fired, too!"
All of a sudden, Mr. Bug realized the error of his ways... He tried to backpedal... Too late!! I had a witness! I was not going to get myself rehired. I know I good thing when I hear it!
He has been the chief cook for about 10 years now. Mr. Bug is an excellent cook. He is a much better cook than I could ever hope to be. Sometimes we collaborate - I sit on one side of the island and give ideas. He decides to implement, or not.
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