Friday night I found B in the kitchen. He was making his own tacos. He had a flour tortilla, ham, picante sauce and celery leaves. Not celery - the leaves at the top of the stalk. Of course he wanted me to try out his recipe. When he wasn't looking, I threw out the celery leaves before I chowed down. B's taco wasn't that bad. What really cracked me up was that B was taking notes and writing down his recipe.
Then Saturday night the Bigs were out so it was just B, Ryan and I at home. I was hanging on the couch coloring but I could hear B in the kitchen again. He was making tacos again. I let him create. A little while later he passed through the living room on his way to his room.
Me: Hey bud, did you clean up your taco mess?
B: Yep
Me: Your kinda clean or my kinda clean?
B: ummm...1%....actually about half way between yours and mine.
Me: let me check (I stand up and go into the kitchen). What about this pizza crust?
{apparently he'd snacked on pizza while he created tacos}
B: you can have that
Me: nice try bud, go throw away the pizza crust.
I did go into the kitchen to make sure he cleaned up well - ya know closed the picante sauce and tortillas.
I found this in the fridge.
Man, I love this kid!
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