Last night, I did something I never do - I loaded the kids in the car and went to the grocery store. Yes, I, the safeway.com addict, actually visited a physical grocery store with little people. I was motivated by the need to feed people something for dinner and Safeway can only move so fast.
While there, my Betty Boop found a can of Elmo tomato soup and begged effectively enough to add it to the cart. Then I threw in a few more soups and realized - soup for dinner! Bwa ha ha! So easy! Kids love it! No clean up!
Once home with my soup loot, I started fixing the Elmo soup that I knew Boop wouldn't actually eat, but Mystery Man did - with his whole body.
Then I opened soup for Red, except - oops - wrong can. She's not quite ready for Tom Kka Gai. So I just set it on the island next to the spicy chicken sausage soup I had for DH.
Enter DH. I start to tell him, "We're having soup for dinner and you can either have the spicy chicken sausage or the thai, but you should know..."
Did he let me finish his sentence? No. He grabbed the Thai soup in his jaunty way, flipped it into the air with a flick of his wrist, sending it spinning above his head and creating a thin spray of coconut curry soup all over his face, head, and body.
DH: Well, since I already smell like this one, I'll go with Thai.
I was laughing almost too hard to point out that he should always let me finish my sentence.
To which he replied, "You could have led with 'The Thai soup is open'"
But how fun would that have been?
Bright Young Things by Anna Godbersen
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