Last night, I made the most awful spaghetti ever. Ever. I cooked the noodles way too long (further proving my point to my sister that I DO need a timer) and the sauce was so garlic-y that even Sean made comments on how strong it tasted. Owen seemed to love it, though, which was odd. But, because Sean loves me (or has no taste buds?) and because Owen seemed to enjoy the incredibly sweet, garlic infused sauce, they ate it. Owen felt that Sean’s bowl tasted better than his, so my two boys shared some spaghetti.
Right after this picture was taken, Sean said, “Mama, can you make us some Mac & Cheese?” So, I cooked dinner twice last night. Don’t you think this means tonight I’m off the hook?