snapshot: no fries
Jan. 27th, 2012 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_swampWe're going to both a birthday party and a twin-club potluck tomorrow, so I decided to make some gluten-free cupcakes so we'd be sure the boys won't feel deprived. I was all set to make them from scratch, but when I got home from work I discovered that not one but two sample packs of GF foods had arrived. Among the new goodies was a box of yellow cake mix, which I figured would make the process even easier. The cake was a bust and I'll make some from scratch in the morning, but that's not what amused me.
The kids were gleefully snacking on all the new treats, but at some point I told them they couldn't have any more because I wanted them to be hungry for dinner. Bobby asked for cupcakes and I replied that we needed to eat something a little healthier. Soup, I said. He thought for a minute and declared that no, we should have cupcakes and fries for dinner. I demurred. Welll, we can have a cupcake after the soup.
After a bit of cheerful back-and forth on the question of soup vs. fries, Bobby placed his hands on either side of my face and leaned in close like the Latin lover in a movie. Nose to nose, gazing intently into my eyes, he murmured slowly and passionately: "You're not making soup for dinner. You're making cupcakes. And fries."
Maybe Jedi mind tricks only work if the target doesn't bust out laughing.
The kids were gleefully snacking on all the new treats, but at some point I told them they couldn't have any more because I wanted them to be hungry for dinner. Bobby asked for cupcakes and I replied that we needed to eat something a little healthier. Soup, I said. He thought for a minute and declared that no, we should have cupcakes and fries for dinner. I demurred. Welll, we can have a cupcake after the soup.
After a bit of cheerful back-and forth on the question of soup vs. fries, Bobby placed his hands on either side of my face and leaned in close like the Latin lover in a movie. Nose to nose, gazing intently into my eyes, he murmured slowly and passionately: "You're not making soup for dinner. You're making cupcakes. And fries."
Maybe Jedi mind tricks only work if the target doesn't bust out laughing.
