Well, now that I've been a parent for a few years, I've realized that my suspicions were correct, as evidenced by last night. After returning from our respective mid-week callings, Brandon and I decided we needed a treat. So we heated up the oil, chopped up some apples, and made apple fritters. Originally we intended to make a half-recipe but the proportions were incorrect, so we made the whole recipe. And then we ate them. Without our children.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
When the cats are asleep
The parents will play. As a child, I always suspected that my parents were a little over-eager to send me to bed. Surely there was something really good going on that I was missing while sleeping away upstairs. However, every time I managed to sneak downstairs to spy, they were able to quickly hide the party balloons and toys and pretend to be watching TV instead.