Baby's BFF often eats dinner at our house. I don't mind at all because he LOVES all my food. When everyone in this household is whining and crying that I'm cooking again and not taking them out to eat he is sitting at the table gobbling up their portion plus his.
But for some reason he surprised me last week. We had eaten dinner and Baby was headed out to play. His BFF came over to get him. He walked in the back door. He looked at the remnants of dinner sitting at the table. Then he looked at me with this incredibly hurt Why-Didn't-You-Call-Me-For-Dinner look on his face.
It was priceless. I couldn't resist. I asked, "Would you like some tacos?" As you can see we had absolutely nothing fancy for dinner, good ol' easy tacos, a staple at this house.
A look of relief flooded his face as he bounded across the room and plopped down in a chair. While Baby started playing he sat and ate dinner.