Fine Dining

Sometimes I wonder why I cook dinner.  It takes a lot of effort and patience to cook with a toddler hanging on your legs fussing and her older sister making various demands.  Then after we finally get seated, the meal is over in about ten or fifteen minutes.  Those few minutes are filled with interruptions, such as trips back to the frig for milk refills.  Tonight our chief source of distraction was a laughing contest between the two girls.  A laughing contest is where the participants try to see who can be the loudest.  It was cute at first, but after a few minutes it became highly annoying.  At least they did both eat what I had made.  I must be grateful for what I can get!