Last month, I made pizza for supper with Megan, on her birthday. It’s always good cooking with my kids, but I can guarantee you that with Megan it’s always funny, too.
She loves helping chop veggies, grate cheese, and spread the sauce on the dough. Yes, it takes a little longer, but you know, the bonding and strengthening of ties that happens when you’re working together…you can’t put a price on that.
Besides, we always end up laughing. ;)
Me: Okay, let’s put the cheese on.
Megan: You know what? I love you!
Me: Oh Megan, I love you too!
Megan: Dis is the best birfday ever!
Me: I’m glad you liked it.
Megan: Dis birfday ROCKS! <fist pump>
I’m laughing too much to say anything. I seriously think we need a USB port in our heads, so we can videotape things we see. We’d have a flash drive in it, and when ready, upload it to our computers and to Facebook, of course. ;)
We move on to distributing the chicken to the pizza. We made my Buffalo Chicken Pizza (recipe is here on my cooking/food blog, The Magic Meal Fairy), so I had doused the chicken in hot sauce about 10 minutes earlier.
Me: Okay, let’s try to make sure we don’t leave any big empty spaces.
Megan: Okayyyy, mudder! <giggles>
Me: We’ll just use our hands like we did with the cheese.
We get all the chicken on the pizza and I wash my hand off, but Megan just wiped her hand with a towel.
Megan: My hand smells like buffalo chicken!
Me: Oh really? Do you have an urge to dip it in bleu cheese dressing?
Megan: Yes I do-oo!! <giggles>
We get the pizza into the oven and set the timer. I’m ready to go sit for a little bit, and as I turn to walk out of the kitchen:
Megan: On my next birfday, I’m gonna be 28! I want a new dollhouse. And some new people. And….
Yes, the usual ending to Megan’s birfday. ;)