- The broccoli soup recipe is too salty.
- The pizza lasagna tastes better if you use spicy sausage.
- Cornflake meatloaf is now the gold standard for any future consumed meatloaves.
- Coco-cola cake tastes no different than chocolate cake.
- There was no snapping turtle. I haven’t a clue where to get one. Safeway, Giant and Whole Foods were of no help.
That Phantom Menace bullshit would have been so much better if that punk Jake Lloyd had been wearing the mask from the begining. And an argyle sweater.
The idea of re-child proofing our house was something I briefly considered before they arrived but it’s small enough that we could keep an eye or ear on everyone without too much to worry. (Plus, when we were doing the home inspection before moving in, I unintentionally ripped most of the kitchen cupboards’ childproof devices out of the walls because I couldn’t work them.) This poster caused the most consternation from the youngest one and I guess it could be little scary for a 4-year-old.
What I hadn’t considered was whether or not some of things I considered harmless would pose a threat to my cousin’s parenting decisions. Like the video game system. The 7 year old was enthralled with it, even though it wasn’t even on. He carried the wireless controller around for several minutes, trying to play with it, much to the chagrin of his father. I should have realized this considering video games have never been allowed among any of my immediate family. A used, inherited Game Cube is the first system I’ve own and that was in a so far failed attempt to improve my Madden skillz.
Something else I hadn’t considered was that my cousin has yet to introduce his children to soft drinks. A six pack of Sprite on the kitchen counter led to my favorite exchange of the night.
L’il Boy pointing at Sprite: Daddy, what’s that? Can I have that?
Cousin: Uh… that’s, uh, poo-poo water. You don’t want that.
L’il boy: Poo-poo water?
Cousin: Yes. And it tastes very bad.
Poo-poo water. Awesome.