Home for dinner! What on earth am I going to make? I'm not saying I have to make something fancy, but cooking for me, a toddler and a four-year-old is basically like cooking for me. The two of them don't eat that much more than I would on my own and making something elaborate is no fun if your dinners are afraid to try it. We had enough leftover sloppy joe for me and the boys, but not for Ben, too. We had enough ravioli for me and the boys, but not for Ben, too. Oh, well. Ben was going to have to experience what weeknight dinner is like without him.
I made omelettes. Chopped and steamed a little broccoli and asparagus, grated some cheddar and Parmesan, put some bread in the toaster and heated up the veggie-breakfast sausage we had in the freezer.
As we sit down to eat Ben looks at the sausage on each boy's plate. "I don't get any sausage?" "There were only two," I explain. See, I try to have a sure-bet in the dinner just in case the boys don't like the main dish. I couldn't give Ben and myself the valuable sausage. Then he looks at Art's omelette, oozing with melted cheddar. "How come I don't get any cheddar?" Well, Ben usually doesn't like a lot of cheese so I made him asparagus with Parmesan. Maybe he was just feeling a little small because the weeknight meal is not the parent-centered production that our full-family meals are. But it was kind of cute to watch.