Regarding the rice pudding of my previous post, I nearly forgot about the conversation I had with my dad. I don’t know how it could have slipped my mind, especially because he specifically told me not to write about it on this very blog. I’ll have to remember to be more punctual in my acts of disobedience.
Now, I didn’t really want to share the rice pudding with my dad, truth be told, but he did take the kids off my hands for a few hours so that I could, you know, blog instead of taking the nap I so desperately needed. This is more or less how it went:
Me: Do you want to take some rice pudding home? (please say no, please say no)
Him: What’s for dessert?
Me: Rice. Pudding.
Him: Come on, that’s not dessert. It’s a vegetable.
Okay, fine, a vegetable. If that’s my free ticket, I’ll take it!