The other night, a friend stopped by briefly to drop something off. While he was here, Dude decided that he was hungry (it was dinnertime). He was STARVING! Mom! Mom! MOM! I’m hungry!
I was planning on pulling out leftovers as soon as the friend left, but I figured Dude could learn a little patience, so I let him know that if he was hungry, he could find something to eat.
Now, I fully expected him to grab cereal. Or some crackers. Or some lunchmeat. Or ask if we had leftovers.
Much to my surprise, he went to the cupboard and found his kid’s cookbook. He started paging through and then announced that he was making chicken noodle soup.
At that point I let him know that we had leftovers and we could eat now, because soup could take almost an hour (especially since our chicken stock and chicken were still frozen…not having planned on soup). But he would hear none of it. He was on a mission to make soup!