I'm icing cupcakes and feeling pretty good about myself since I made the icing myself instead of buying a pot of the pre-made stuff. Seth nonchalantly grabs a stool and comes to see what I'm doing.
SETH: My mom (meaning his wife) will make cupcakes that look like a heart.
MOM: Well, that will be nice.I'm sure they will taste very good.
SETH: Yeah, they'll be better than yours.
MOM: Well, O.K.
SETH: And my mom will make mushroom soup that isn't yucky like yours.
MOM: Hmm, well good for her.
SETH: And she'll even put macaroni in it for me. You don't.
MOM: So what's her name?
SETH: Well...her name will me MITA
MOM: Mita???
SETH: Yup, Mita, and she'll make taco salad a lot. Not your yucky caesar salad.
MOM: Well I'm going to give her all my recipes.
SETH: She will burn them.
MOM: What if she makes you chili?
SETH: Then I'll yell at her a lot.
MOM: I hope you consider a lot of time for marriage counselling.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Breakfast
If you ever stop in for breakfast, I would encourage you to politely decline Seth's offer to make you a little something to eat. As pictured below, he considers bologna on a toasted blueberry eggo a well rounded meal. I'm going to be kind and say his taste buds are still maturing.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
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