I realize this is very unreasonable, but I just would rather not be asked, "What are we having for dinner tonight?" I'm not sure if it's because I'm then robbed the element of surprise, or if it's because I'm usually asked this question on the way home from school after I've just dealt with 15 children asking me those types of questions ALL DAY LONG. I usually respond to that question with more patience and grace after I've had a chance to be in the kitchen for a few minutes and can look around at what we have. I'm sure I could be proactive about these things, and I would save myself frustration by just planning a weekly menu, but that's just not me yet.
So, with that background knowledge, I'm confident that you will be able to find the humor in what happened this week:
Upon getting ready for bed Tuesday night Luke asked me, "What do you want to do for dinner tomorrow night?"
Are you serious?
I just had to laugh and laugh and laugh. We had just had dinner not five hours ago, and here he's asking about the next time I will cook for him. I think I found it so funny because I was reminded of something my mom thought was too funny. Apparently when I was little, probably 12, I stood at the pantry, with the door wide open, just staring. My mom and I had just been to the store, and I remember thinking there were lots of exciting new things in the cupboard. My mom stopped behind me and asked what I was doing. I told her I was, "planning my breakfast". She thought this was great and still laughs about that even now.
So Tuesday night I laughed at Luke for a while, and never did answer the question.