Little Piggies

Olivia can be particular about who she wants to pick her up from school. Most days I pick her up, but today I was in the middle of making dinner when it was time to get her. So Sean picked her up instead. Mind you, this morning she explicitly said "Mommy, I want you to pick me up." And I agreed. Of course the first thing she told Sean was that she wanted me to pick her up, but she got over it quickly. Sean told her that I had to stay home to make the dinner.

As we sat down to dinner tonight, she said, "ooooh, mommy, what are these cute little things?"










Yep, pigs in a blanket. I have not fixed these in forever, and they just sounded so good with a bowl of tomato basil soup given the cold weather we've had lately. Last time I ate one was at my wedding where, according to some, they were the hit of the party. That is hard to believe, but 10 years later, some of my friends still talk about them.

Anyway, at the dinner table, here was the conversation:

Olivia: Daddy, why didn't you make the dinner so mommy could pick me up?
Sean: Because mommy had to do it.
Olivia: Weeeelllll...all you gotta do is just put 'em in and wrap 'em up.

Rats, the secret to my gourmet dinner has been revealed...and Sean was totally called out on the mat.