Right-o, kid. Right-o.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
On the way home today, I told Emerson that I was making homemade pizza for dinner, and invited her to help me in the kitchen. Normally, she would enthusiastically say, "YES!". Not tonight. She tried to let me down easy by first telling me that she was my friend, but that she wasn't going to help cook tonight. She explained, "I'm not a good cooker, but I am a good singer and a good counter. And tonight, Mom, I just want to play with my toys when I get home, okay?"