Last night I made manicotti with a recipe I made from scratch. As I stuffed the shells, Christian had me read my "Edible Plants" book to him. He pointed out various plants.
"Look mom, that's a pepper!" "Tomatoes! I throw momma's tomatoes!" "What's that momma? Oh, its a cabbage, I don't like that."
When he got to the back of the book it listed the pests of edible plants, complete with pictures and what they do.
"That's a ladybug. I kiss ladybug." "What's that mommy? Oh, a cabbage worm." "What's that mommy? Oh, an apple maggot." "What's that mommy? A harlequin beetle. I like that. I want to kiss it." "Leafworm...I want to eat that."
Needless to say, by the time I was ready to put dinner in the oven, my appetite was just about non-existent.
Christian called Danny's cell phone to find out what time he would be home, and had a nice conversation with his daddy. We had a dance party in the kitchen to combat the "witching hour". Jonathan was eating cereal as Danny walked into a clean house to a happy family and warm dinner.
And everything was right in the world.