In case you were worried that I may take myself too seriously…Meet Zachary.

Zachary is 7-1/2.  He told a friend/neighbor last night that her food doesn’t taste as good as mine; she must not cook very much.  She didn’t mind.  Thank God.  But I told her that I have instructed him to be more kind with his opinions after what he said to me the night before.  “Mom, I don’t like my supper.  It made me throw up in my mouth.” Of course, I know and love my little drama queen, so I simply made him something else, which he liked very much.  While he was off playing, I mashed up everything on his plate, threw it in a pot with some leftover mashed potatoes, milk, and cheddar cheese, and called it “potato soup.”