There’s nothing better than fixing a meal and having your kids say, “Mom! This is great! Can I have more???”

Cooking when the lads were here was a pleasure because they seemed to really enjoy the food.* And they thanked me for cooking, all the time. Of course, they were raised proper, so it’s only fittin’ they’d use their manners.

I must not be raisin’ mine proper. They don’t use their manners with ME as often as they should.

So, on the rare occasion that my children tell me the food is good without prompting from their father, I know that life is good.

*there was a minor problem with the lads and my spaghetti…I made it vegetarian. Apparently, that was new to them. LOL But it got eaten, so there must not have been too much of an issue…