Last night, Jet asked if I would teach him how to cook. I chuckled. Anyone who knows me, knows I CAN NOT cook. Well, my kids are an exception to that statement. They are unaware that there are real moms out there. Wonderful mothers who prepare dinner with actual food and don't use a microwave.
You know how they say, the perfect spouse will be someone who will be able to be your strength where you are weak? Well, I married a gourmet chef. Apparently, God also found my skills in the kitchen to be deficient.
How bad am I? I burnt no-bake cookies, because I tried to bake them. I was very confused why the person writing the recipe would leave out the temperature for the oven.
Adam has struggled over the years to teach me how to cook, with no success. He has no idea why I'm not retaining anything he teaches me. He has trained lots of people in the culinary arts, yet his wife has to call him everytime she wants to boil an egg, because she can't remember how to do it. I explained that cooking to me is like trying to make him solve a calculus equation. It makes no sense, it gives me anxiety, and I have no desire whatsoever to do it.
So, when Jet asked me to teach him to cook, I told him, "You should ask Daddy to teach you. Cooking is one of the special gifts God gave him."
Jet asked, "What's my special gift?"
"Well, you're still pretty young. You have lots of time to find out. Pray about it and God will show you."
Jet smiled, "I can't wait till I find out."
"I already know what my special gift is," Jude chimed in.
"Oh yeah?" I looked at my eight year old. He looked very proud of himself. "What is it?"
"My special gift is not brushing my teeth."
Lesson 187: Your kid believing poor oral hygiene is a gift from God = white trash
(Note: I am blogging from my phone again and it is auto correcting and bolding text like a boss. Thanks for bearing with me!)