“Eeew.” That’s the response from my 13-year old daughter after I THOUGHTFULLY try to pass a copy of this Cary Parks and Recreational program guide to her in the car. I should have seen that one coming. Sitting next to her at this afternoon’s basketball is no less thrilling. I am asked to stop cheering for her sister because I am embarrassing her. I”ll admit I’m a little enthusiastic, but nothing more.
Ever the perky mother who can take a slamming by her every so confident brood, I resume singing “Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah.” Hank shouts: “Stop singing, you Thundering Typhoon!”
Where is my sweet 11 year- old daughter in all this? She chimes in: “What do you expect when you can’t sing?”
Well, there’s one thing I CAN do: cook. Only tonight is my night off.
Daddy’s cooking, kids!!
Bahahahaha! Enjoy that pasta with butter. 🙂