Okay, so I'm still not too sure how to feel about this exactly, but we'll just go with funny. Last night Dave took over bedtime duties while I went to get my hair done. He called me saying that he was feeding Lane his sweet potatoes, but that he didn't seem to like them. Hmm. He love his sweet potatoes.
So this was the conversation:
Me: How did you prepare them?
Dave: I got the cubes from the freezer, mashed them up, mixed them with a scoop of cereal and milk
Me: Weird. He usually likes them.
Dave: I don't know if he likes the ice chunks. He's making that face when he doesn't like something.
Me: Well, would you want to eat frozen sweet potatoes? Gross! You're supposed to heat up the sweet potatoes!!!
So, he started over. This time heating up the sweet potato! He text me saying. "He likes this much better!" Ya think? haha.
I was still confused how he got it to be ice chunks. When I got home and was washing dishes, I noticed that the potato masher was in the sink. Curious, I asked him how exactly he had prepared the first version of dinner.
Dave: Well, I mashed them up.
Me: You mashed a rock hard ice cube from the deep freezer?
Dave: (laughing) Yes, well, I have never seen you nuke anything before.
Me Thinking: Maybe if you paid a little more attention when I am showing you EXACTLY what I am doing, it would help. Ugh!
Pretty funny.
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