Teenagers are weird creatures.

Thursday: Roast night.

The boy balks at riding his bike to the store for carrots for tonight's roast. He balks even louder when I send him a second time for more. They were A LOT cheaper than I thought. Two minutes after getting home, he offers to peel potatoes and carrots. About 15 minutes later, he offers me his Reese's PB cup. He had bought one for each of us.


Friday:  Chili night. 

I throw hamburger in microwave to thaw before running to store to grab ingredients.  Come home and start frying hamburger while kiddo volunteers to peel onions.  Claims he wants to learn how?!?!  I notice that I am out of chili powder.  Why couldn't notice that before my first trip to the store when I was checking my ingredients?!?!  While I have to make a second trip to the store for chili powder, my son cuts the onions up while keeping an eye on the meat.  After I get back he volunteers to open all the cans (tomatoes & beans).  He willingly rinses all of the empty cans for recycling and starts cleaning up.  He even vacuums my rugs in the kitchen (two runners for the dogs as they slip on the vinyl).


Weird boy that I have :)