Me: "Ian, we don't eat dirt!"
Ian: (translation) "Who me?"
Let's see here, what's on the menu?
What's that? Dinner for two at table number eight, got it!
Wait a minute, let me first empty out all my colored plastic utensils!
And pretend to use them too!
Yummy!
Mmmm. How 'bout this basil. Perfectly sweet, just like the name implies.
Not bad, not bad. I can't believe you had the guts to try something before me, dudes!
Not too shabby, indeed!Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for Stephen to cram this little hand-me-down kitchen set into the moving truck back in Louisiana! It's a good thing he doesn't always follow my instructions!
5 comments:
Woah! You got a nice tv?! Stephen, I want to see pictures...and since Desirae "The pant-wearer/sharer" won't blog about it, you should.
:-) Eric
Stephen, I know you got the TV and all but I still know who wears the pants!! It take one to know one, just ask Adam. Now, if you can only get away with blogging about it...
Awwe dang! Maybe I should have left that last p.s. off! It sort of detracts from the theme of the post, right?
Love those aprons---did you make them?-Kimberly
This role playing should work out well when she takes over in the real kitchen. Good stuff. BADGER DAD
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