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My hunk of burning love has been working late ALL WEEK. That means I’ve been cooking dinner every night. Last night my daughter noted that I was cooking dinner again. (Yes, this is odd enough that my children notice it.) I said, “Yes, I am, and I’m TIRED OF IT.” (Just call me the Happy Chef .) She said, “Don’t most women do the cooking?” (What ARE they teaching her in school???)
I whipped around. “NO. Most women do NOT do the cooking.” (Okay, that’s probably a lie, but I write fiction for a living, so I get to do that at will.) “Men can cook. And they should!” (I don’t have a rationale for this, but it works for me.)
She puffed her chest out and said, “When I get married, my husband is going to do the cooking just like Daddy! Or else!”
I hope the boy she marries isn’t going to the same school that she is.
Tonight, my husband is working late again and I’m teaching her how women order pizza.
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on February 25, 2005
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