Yesterday was taco night. I look to my right and I see my two year old playing
with her food.
The look. Guys you know what I’m talking about. She doesn’t need to say anything, you know what she expects. Finish the kids food. When I was growing up I was a little bit of a germaphobe with food. For instance I did not want to share a glass of water with anyone, I mean anyone. Now I’m eating food that has changed form. This is gross.
Then comes day number two. I like day number two. First day leftovers. Laura packs my lunch for work the night before and it’s good! The problem comes in when she buys the value pack of meat and I end up eating taco’s for four straight meals, excluding breakfast of course. The interesting part is after the second round I notice Laura ends up making a salad or finding something else to eat. Well, I know my role. I accept my role and leftovers will forever be part of the meal plan. :)