Good morning Everyone!
Last night, Kayla asked me if she could fix the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese we were having at supper and deciding it was time to loosen up on my Mac N’ Cheese obsession, I said yes.
I suggested to her that she might want to get the ingredients out before the noodles were done. She told me that there weren’t any extra ingredients to the mac n’ cheese besides the packet from the box! I told her she needed butter and to call me when she was ready to mix so I could give her the other instructions.
That was my mistake – I gave a 12-year-old two tasks in one sentence. Apparently, their brains can’t handle it.
Mark announced that the pork chops were almost ready. I waited for Kayla to let me know she was ready to mix the stuff up. Instead, this colloquy occurred.
Mark: Did you drain that before you mixed it up?
Kayla: Nobody told me too!
Me (from the den): I told you to ask me when you were ready to fix it!
Kayla: No you didn’t!
Mark: Well, actually, yes she did.
Kayla (to me): You could have told me that I had to drain it first!
Mark: How many times have you watched Mom make mac n’ cheese? Let’s see if we can save it. Go ahead and get the colander out.
Silence, then Kayla to Mark: It’s not funny!
Mark and I: Well, actually, yes, yes it is.
I’ll omit the stories of parent’s pasts, which include attempts by Mark and one of his friends to make mashed potatoes without boiling them (his sister was removing random pieces of potato from the ceiling the remaining six years they lived in that particular house) and the absent-mindedness that caused me twice (years apart) to place my palm directly on a piping hot stove burner seconds after I had just removed the pan and should have known better.
It’s nice to know that Kayla is carrying on the family tradition!
Have a great day!