You Never Know What They’ll Say…

My little girl is still sick today, so the poor baby has been relaxing on the couch for most of the day. However, I was at the point where we were about to be eating cardboard for dinner, since I was out of just about everything. Yet, how do you justify dragging a sick child and infant to the grocery store? I should have gone last night. But after the long day of cleaning up sickness, fixing drinks, dosing Tylenol, yadda yadda, plus I hadn’t written a thing…I decided that I’d go ahead and get my daily pages done instead of shop. I just plain old didn’t wanna.

We are having a monsoon at the moment, with a nor’easter hitting our coastline. I keep waiting for the animals to line up, two by two. I decided to help my son out by not making him wait out in the rainstorm, so I buckled everybody up and drove him to the bus stop. It occurred to me that while my secondborn was drugged up on Tylenol, this might be an opportunity to grocery shop. After all, who else is shopping at 8:45 in the morning during a tropical storm? Turns out, we were about the only ones in the store. And Little Miss Skippy was just delighted to be out and about.

(Aside: have you ever noticed how much milk young children drink? Dear lord, I need a cow to keep up. 2 gallons a week, and we still run out!)

Anyhoo, I was gathering up all the things we needed and it occurred to me that today would be a great day to make chili. It’s cool outside, rainy, and with a one-pot dish, I could get it going early enough that it could simmer most of the day. Yum.

I haven’t made it in a while, and I was thinking out loud, telling my daughter that we’d have chili for supper. Her little eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I want hot food, Mommy.”

Gotta love it.