I broke down and made hot dogs for lunch yesterday. As you may already know, this is pretty unusual for me since I don't believe that hot dogs are actually food.
The kids thought it was cool.
They come in a package of eight. Ravenous Boy had two, Microtween had one, the big Little had two, the little Little had one, and I had one (but don't tell anyone or I'll blame it on the cats). That's seven, so there was one left over.
I told the little Little he could have it if he was still hungry after he ate his first one.
After we finished I forgot what I'd already said and asked if anyone wanted the leftover dog. Three voices answered at the same time -- Ravenous Boy and both of The Littles.
Here's how it went down:
"Never mind. They can have it," said Ravenous Boy.
"I want it!" cried the little Little.
"But I told you your hair looks beautiful," asserted the big Little, referring to a compliment he had given me as I was drying my hair earlier in the morning.
I made The Littles split the last hot dog.
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