Thursday, June 10, 2010

You're a funny, funny little man.

That's what Alex told Josh when, at the end of the night, we were talking about what we'd like for lunch today.

Last night Josh told me a friend of his told him that if you do a shitty job of anything your girlfriends asks for or expects, she will never ask again. Oh. So why didn't you just say you didn't want to be in charge of food? To that, Josh said he was kidding.

Later, I saw Josh go into Alex and Dani's room after they were asleep. I could hear him poking around and when he came out he was holding markers and stickers he'd taken from their desk. When I went to investigate Josh shooed me away.

This morning over breakfast Josh told us to let him try again and he handed us our lunches.Happily when I got to work and opened my lunch it was 1000 times better. Pieces of leftover chicken, some olives, cheese, pretzels, and fruit salad. Plus Josh had drawn me a picture on a napkin and written a really sweet note.

Dinner was meatballs, whole wheat pasta, garlic bread, and salad. Josh was in the kitchen wearing jeans and an apron that was my mom's and nothing else. It was kind of hot. Dessert was bing cherries and nectarines. Josh totally redeemed himself.

1 comment:

Lyndsay said...

Josh is the greatest. I wish my husband was as trainable as he is - if my husband made my lunch it would look a lot like Josh's first attempt.

PS - Fuck. I hate that the day I decide to introduce myself is the day I have a 'mom' post on my blog. I feel like an ass.