I swear, I did not set up this photo.
Somehow, someway (read: no one is fessing up), my stock pot ended up in the back yard.
For some reason, our Sadie girl thought it was fun to stick her head in it.
I’m thinking that this, like nothing I’ve ever seen before, epitomizes the phrase, “ignorance is bliss.” She has no idea that less than a week ago, that pot held chicken noodle soup!
I told her that she’d best be careful. Folks are getting a little worried about the economy, and what with the presidential race, and the accompanying promises, it won’t be long before the speech makers take a page from Herbert Hoover’s book and start talking about a chicken for every pot in America.
MIght want to steer clear of pots, old gal.
As for me, I might be steering clear of what I thought was a safe and wholesome bit of entertainment for my boys.
They have been watching old Leave It to Beaver episodes here lately, thanks to Netflix.
Today, I let them watch one while I cleaned up a bit and got myself ready for my girl night with a fellow blog friend. (Which turned out to be completely wonderful in every way, thank you!!!)
So there I am, bustling about, towel on my head, picking up toys, wondering what happened to my other shoe, you know, the usual, when I stopped for a second to kiss my boys. All eyes were glued to my computer screen as Wally and Ward tried to start a fire in the grill for burgers.
Wally said, “Hey Dad, how come when we eat inside, mom does all the cooking, and when we eat outside, you do the cooking?”
Ward replied, “Well you know son, they say a woman’s place is in the home, and if she’s inside, I guess she might as well be in the kitchen. Besides, us men are better at rugged outdoor activities.”
I didn’t have to say much about that. I think my feelings were pretty self evident, seeing as how on this night, THIS woman’s place was at the Cheesecake Factory.
As far as Sadie and I are concerned, Herbert Hoover and Ward Cleaver can just stick that in their pots and cook it!