Don't Go Out of Your Way Just For Me

Ian has a knack for precision.

Tonight, I prepared chicken, spinach and Ian's-Brand [no relation] alphabet-shaped French fries. However, apparently the proportions were off: I was "supposed" to cook the entire bag of French fries, Ian doesn't like spinach, and then there's the issue of the meat:

"Daddy, I want white meat, a drink*, and French fries."

* Actually probably closer to "dwink"

(February 2, 2010)