last night i practically twisted my arm patting myself on the back because i made real red chile (from pods), carnitas and beans and alex made his awesome mashed potatoes (mine always come out like glue...not even good glue). i absolutely have to say that this chile was awesome (alex even said it was good, and his mom is a chile making machine, so that must mean something, right?). ok, but that's not the point and anyway, it was pretty short-lived. i put some carnitas aside for the girls(for those of you who don't know what carnitas are, they are little pieces of pork, preferably fried-but i use olive oil, so they're good for you)...ok, i put carnitas in the bowl first and then a big spoonful of potatoes (not thinking that i was "covering anything up"). we're all merrily eating and chatting about our day and all of a sudden gabri's face is panic-stricken and yells, "oh gross guys: dog poop!"...she got to the bottom of the bowl and "found" the carnitas. now this is wrong on so many levels:
we don't have a dog
i've never fixed dog poop before (and don't even know of a good recipe)
and i've never made my children eat dog poop.
i couldn't stop laughing because she was so adamant that i had fixed and was making her eat dog poop.
alex didn't think it was funny. where's his sense of humor?!?!?
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