Tonight the girls tried to change it up a bit, and talked the other mom into letting Megan stay for dinner. When I found out that they were having hot dogs, I was surprised that Meg wanted to stay and eat because she does not like hot dogs. At all. But hey, it's not like I was cooking up anything fancier than that.
Well, about 10 minutes later the phone rings ...
Megan: Mom, I want to come home for dinner.
Megan: They're having hot dogs and I don't like hot dogs.
Me: I know, but it would be rude to not eat what they offer you.
Megan: I know, so can I come home and eat dinner with you?
Me: I guess. I'll walk down now to come get you.
Megan with much relief in her voice: Thanks Mom.
I rang the doorbell and explained to my neighbor that though I knew Meg didn't like hot dogs, I thought for sure she'd suck it up for an extended play date at their house. Guess not. I mean we are talking hot dogs here.
When we got home, Meg asked what we were having for dinner.
Me: Mac ...
Megan: Macaroni & Cheese?! YUMMY!!
I shouldn't have felt smug ... it was only mac-n-cheese for cryin' out loud, but I gotta' say ... I kinda' did.
So lame, I know.