A month or so ago, after the kids were in bed, Joe and I walked into the living room and saw this scene:
After talking it over (and knowing our daughter pretty well), we figured the pink bear is me, the blue bear is Joe, and Bitty Baby is Hannah.
I think my child has got it figured out. Hannah and Momma are socializing picnic-style while Daddy’s working on the meal. I am not sure what this says about me and my role here at this house, but I think it’s safe to say that Hannah thinks that it is completely normal for the daddy to be the cook. I’m ok with her thinking that. I hope she marries a man that will cook for her. It’s a good deal.