My son came into the kitchen today, and I’m currently working with my laptop at the dining table which is sort of part of the kitchen, so I get to kick back and watch what is going on. He decided to cook himself some dinner, because he didn’t like the spinach and goat’s cheese pizza I had made. Go figure. A 15-year-old boy won’t eat spinach and goat cheese. Who woulda thunk it?

So he decides to grab some bagged french fries from the freezer and a couple of corn dogs. This is, with a squirt of mustard (he loves mustard) one of his favorite meals.

Now, to give him credit, he read the instructions and turned the oven on and checked the time to see how long before he had to come back downstairs to check on the food. This is a good thing. Often, he will forget he has food in the oven and walk away until it burns or I pull it out and rescue it, then he’ll come back downstairs later. “Sorry, mom,” he always says.

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