While preparing lunch for number 1 the other afternoon, I asked her what she would like to have for lunch. Number one has a very refine palate that leans toward Spaghetti-O’s, cheese sticks and Go-gurts, and the occasional bean burrito, but today she decided to venture into the realm of high cuisine—Mac & cheese.
I prepared the meal as I normal
y do, substituting the milk with sour cream (try it, it is so much better!) and I then asked #1 how much she wanted.
Without skipping a beat, in an adorable gesture she cupped her hands and said “…about 5 ounces, Daddy.”
5 ounces -- really.
“How much is an ounce, number 1?” I asked.
“You know, Daddy.” She replied. And she was right. I do know.
