I came across a tasty-looking recipe for homemade french fries a couple days ago, and decided to make them for dinner. As I'm slicing the potatoes into 1/4-inch strips, in comes Isaac with the inevitable question, "Mom, whatcha making for dinner?" French fries, I tell him. You should have seen the look of shock on that child's face.
"You can't make fries!! You have to buy them from the store!"
(What have I been teaching my children all these years?)
I patiently explained that you can indeed make fries - they are made from potatoes. He didn't believe me. And he wouldn't eat them.
This same dinner yielded a lot of laughs (Marty has found his calling in silent comedy) and some interesting quotes from the boys, like:
Jacob: "Dad, do you know what your brain needs most to run?" (Marty gave an answer, which Jacob deemed the wrong one.) "Water!... Well, I'm gonna get some more water so my brain can keep running."
And a little later:
Isaac (flying a green bean through the air on his fork): "I'm heading for Texas... now I'm flying over Texas...." And a minute later, with a new green bean this time: "I'm blasting off for Canada!"
Not that we encourage our children to play with their food. However, we find that it improves their geography skills.
2 comments:
My favorite part of the story is that he wouldn't eat the french fries. At least you're teaching him that if you're not sure what it is, don't put it in your mouth. Way to go, mom!
That is great. How did the french fries turn out? They look good. I really need to get some recipes from you. Give the kids our love.
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