Last night I met one of my great friends, Robyn, for dinner. I asked Kev if he could come home early (at 6) so I could leave to meet her and he agreed.
Tuesday was also a day when I let Tom get really soaked with pool water and then mud and sand. So after we played outside, I decided to go ahead and give him a bath before Kev got home. Kev got home mid-bath and finished it up for me while I got ready to look like I hadn’t been thrown up on that morning.
At 6:15 p.m. I said, “Have fun!” and left.
When I got home around 9 p.m. I asked Kev how everything went.
“Fine,” he said.
“What time did he go to bed?” I asked.
“Just a little after 8. He was real tired,” he said.
“What did you give him for supper?” I asked.
“What?” I said.
Me: “You did give him supper, didn’t you?”
Me: “Are you kidding? You’re kidding me.”
Kev: “No I’m not. I didn’t give him supper.”
Me: “Stop it. (playful punch) Yes you did!”
Kev: (laughing nervously) “Uhhh…no, I didn’t.”
Me: “Wait. Really? You really didn’t give him supper?”
Kev: “Well, I gave him some of my pasta.”
Me: “How much?”
Kev: (sounding more confident) “A lot.”
Me: “Really? Or are you just saying that because you didn’t feed our child?”
Kev: “No, really. He ate a lot of my pasta. And I gave him some of that cereal. And some puff snacks.”
Me: “Are you kidding?”
Kev: (excited about this now) “No! He ate a lot.”
Me: “You gave him two noodles, some sugar cereal and 20,000 puff snacks FOR SUPPER?!”
Me: “I can’t believe you didn’t feed him.”
Kev: “I’m telling you, he ate a lot.”
Me: (not-so-under-my-breath) “A lot of sugar cereal.”
Kev: “He’s fine!”
Me: “I’m gonna blog about this.”