Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Daddy Dearest

On a night like tonight, when the dinner I'm making is late, which means that the children are tired and cranky and saying things like, "This meat is too chewy, Daddy" or "You put the sour cream on my potato the wrong way" or "More milk!" or "I want broccoli instead of green beans" or "Why do I have to have the small piece of bread?" I like to take my piece of bread and hold it up and say to myself, "Thank me for baking this bread. It's just the way I like it and I am so thankful to myself for making me this bread just the way I like it."