I had to lock myself away today to get some paper work done that needed to be done NOW! I procrastinated thought I had another week to do it and found out I had to get it in by Wednesday. I know, nothing like cutting it short.
I headed to the office, told the Reluctant Teenager I would fix dinner when I emerged.
Two hours later I came out to fix dinner and this is what greeted me.
He cooked dinner! I wish I had pictures of him doing it and all the prep, but you get the idea. He made spaghetti substituting macaroni noodles instead of spaghetti noodles since I used the rest of them up in Prairie Woman's Chicken Spaghetti (which is FABULOUS!) and I haven't been to Costco to replenish my stock.
Now, Reluctant Teenager, enjoys helping out in the kitchen and will cook a few things to eat, but he doesn't normally fix dinner.
I am touched. I cried. It embarrassed him. A bunch. A whole, whole bunch.
Then he said, "Great, now you are really going to loose it when you see what else I did! Please don't get all snotty on me!" ( Nice...I know, the stuff they say!)
Yep...those are my clothes. He folded them for me!
I lost it. A lot. I almost got a bit snotty...(cry so hard your nose starts running?)
I hugged the stuffin' out of that kid and thanked the good Lord for letting me have this one sweet boy.
My husband doesn't cook or do my laundry or fold it.
I think my son might be pretty good husband material....someday.
I love this man-child!