Last night Baby's best friend, Z, was over at dinnertime. What passes for dinnertime at this house is usually bedtime for lots of other people. So I figured he had already eaten and was hungry again. So as I prepared food for my two offspring I asked my Wish-He-Was-Here-For-Dinner-Every-Night Adopted Son if he wanted to eat too.
He did, of course.
So I grilled some brats and hamburgers for everybody. And we chowed because by nightfall we were all starving.
After dinner he thanked me for dinner and added, "Please don't tell my Mom I ate dinner here. I didn't really like her Hamburger Helper."
I told him I'd keep our secret locked up inside me somewhere. I think it snuck out the back-door though.
Then both of my children asked, "What's Hamburger Helper?"