I found my super-hero name. “The Great Food Maker”. At least that’s what J-Man called me today. Hey, it’s better that hearing “Mama, Mama, Mama” for the umpteenth bazillionth time in a row. I’ll take it.
I’m just thankful he actually likes my cooking. So far, he’s willingly tried everything I’ve made and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll say something like, “It’s good. But I’m full.” Sigh. They learn early, don’t they?