Finally, Flattery From a Finicky Flicka! *wink*

Flicka woke up with a single eruption of the "pukies" this morning. Momma's detective skills kicked in: thoughts of my own nausea last night so bad I couldn't eat dinner, what did she and I eat yesterday together? Hmmm...the only thing? McDonald's for lunch *ugh* Food poisoning from ANOTHER fast food place *sigh* Another reason to give up fast food! LOL

Anyway, after a half bottle of Gatorade and several Popsicles stayed down, we chalked it up to bad food instead of a virus. She insisted she was s.t.a.r.v.i.n.g as I made a non-bland lunch for Pojke. So, instead I made them both Kraft mac and cheese. As usual, she wanted to help so we went through our routine of pouring noodles and an occasional stir with supervision. But, as I mix the cheese powder, butter, and milk, Flicka can barely contain herself, jumping up and down on her stool. She leans over to me and says....

"I love you, Mommy. You are the best cooker!"

I'll try not to remember that it all came from a box and she's really s.t.a.r.v.i.n.g! LOL