Abby...

This morning, Abby was waiting in the kitchen for me to come and fix her some breakfast. Her Daddy came in and offered to make something. She told him no, she would just wait for Mom. He said,"But Mom is still getting ready. Tell me what you want, and I'll make it." She looked at him, incredulously, and said, "YOU can't make my breakfast, can you?" Her Dad assured her he could, if she would just tell him what she wanted. She looked at him, doubtfully, and told him she wanted those little microwave Aunt Jemima Pancakes out of the freezer.

Tee-Hee.

Dad so seldom cooks that my child did not think he could MICROWAVE a frozen pancake.

Clearly, I need to give the man more responsibility around here.