Jaycie and Max are making me lunch. I think we’re playing some sort of restaurant game. Jaycie took my order on a notebook and Max proclaimed himself chef. This is probably not one of my better ideas, playing along with this. I suspect the mess in the kitchen will not be worth the “fun” we’re having now. Plus, I have no idea at what age you’re supposed to let a kid use a knife. Luckily, none of my knives are very sharp and they’re only slicing a cucumber.
I hope they hurry up with my “Supergenius Sandwich” (so named by Max) because I’m hungry. I wonder if this restaurant serves Gin & Tonics.
(Visited 35 times, 1 visits today)
My wife wasn’t too happy when I suggested I teach the kids how to mix a g&t.
However, since they’re someone else’s kids I say go for it – make this a full service restaurant.
Isn’t the whole point of having kids so you have minions around to do your bidding?
Exactly! Or, as Henry Fonda’s character said in On Golden Pond: “What’s the use in having a dwarf if it doesn’t do chores?”
They let 18 year olds serve drinks even though they can’t consume them…I don’t see a difference. How can you be expected to have a sandwich without a drink? You could chock on the bread for heaven’s sake. Better for Max and Jaycie to see you turn blue and keel over?? I think not!
And by “chock”, of course, I mean “choke.” Friday, man. Friday.
What does a, “super genius” sandwich consist of?
Hard Salami, Green Peppers, Onions, Swiss, and Mayo. It was delightful.