The kids are home from school today. Thank you Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. You have set an impeccable moral standard for my children.
Since the kids didn’t have to wake up this morning, we celebrated last night with a lazy family-movie-night on the couch. As a result, I woke up to a messy kitchen. I didn’t mind, but I did want to get it cleaned up right away this morning.
After wiping down the final countertop, I looked forward to snuggling up on the couch next to the warmth of the fire and enjoying a hot cup of coffee while watching the snow fall.
Just then, Sydney walked up to me. “Momma, I want bacon for breakfast this morning. Please?”
“Oh Syd. I just got the whole kitchen cleaned up, honey. How about cereal?”
“Momma, please! You make the best bacon!” she pulled out all the stops.
But I was still safe. “Honey, we don’t have any bacon. Remember we had it for breakfast yesterday?” Whew, I thought.
“Momma, we have lots of bacon downstairs in the freezer. I’ll go get it.” Off she ran with great determination. As promised, she re-entered the kitchen with a frozen package of Kirkland bacon in her little hand. Damn Costco and all its bulk.
“Honey, it’s frozen,” I held on to hope, “I can’t cook frozen bacon. We’ll put it in the fridge and let it thaw. Then I can cook it another morning.”
“Momma, come here,” she instructed. “Let me show you something,” she took me by the hand and led me to the microwave. “Did you forget about this button?” she asked innocently.
I was defeated by my daughter who is much too smart for these silly games, and I knew it. “What button?” I played dumb.
“This one right here. The one that says d-e-f-r-o-s-t. If you put the bacon in there and push that button, it will make it soft so you can cook it. I promise, Momma. It really works. I’ve watched you do it before!” she busted me.
So, I made bacon again this morning. Crunchy – just the way they like it. As I cleaned up the greasy mess, I could only shake my head and chuckle. Our kids are growing up fast – and they’re on to our tricks.