On Sunday night, we were at my mom's house for dinner. While my mom was making dinner, Connor decided to strike up a conversation. He asked grandma if she was cooking dinner and then commented that his daddy cooks dinner. My mother, knowing the answer to this already, asked if his mommy cooks. He said, very seriosly, "No because she burns herself when she cooks. She does sometimes use that (as he points to the microwave)."
A few weeks ago, Brady received a sucker from school. I told him that he couldn't have it until after he ate dinner. We arrived home and as we pulled into the garage, he realized that daddy was not home yet. His immediate comment was "Daddy's not home - who's going to cook my dinner?"
Yes, I will admit it, I don't do any cooking. Not even my fair share - I have opted for laundry and bill-paying duty instead. Something with more then 2 steps or 2 ingredients makes my head spin. Hearing my friends talk about trying new recipes just doesn't excite me, except for the possibility of trying the results or passing the recipe on to hubby. My co-workers have even witnessed my lack of comfort in the kitchen - I have been officially signed up for chips and soda duty for all future food pitch-ins.
I want to believe that we are preparing the boys to be a great husband to their future wife by not following the typical stereotypical roles. Perhaps one day, I will find my way into the kitchen and dabble in making a yummy dessert. Anything else just doesn't sound worth it! The picture below was taken by hubby when he found me in the kitchen operating an appliance - he couldn't resist due to his shock and concern that it would be awhile before it happens again.
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