Life as we know it #6

There are days (that are few and far between) where Dave and I start to feel like we've got this parenting thing with Myla all figured out.  Then there are times like this:

One evening...

Dave: I think I'm going to take Penny out for a walk.

Me: I kind of wish I could go with you.

Dave: You can come if you want...?

Me: I mean, I know she's asleep, but I don't really think she's old enough to stay home by  herself.

Dave: Oh yea, I forgot we had a kid!

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Last year for his birthday, Dave asked me to iron his shirts.  I begrudgingly agreed.  The other night, a conversation like this happened:

Dave: You never ironed my shirts, did you?

Me: I did! Remember?  I ironed them and you laughed because I did it of wrong and I didn't know how much of the stuff to spray...  Anyway, your birthday is still a few months away.

Dave: When I asked you, I was hoping you would keep doing it...

Me: Oh...but I don't want to.
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I am still in the process of becoming a decent cook.  I generally can get food on the table, but I will never be Julia Childs.  I probably won't even be Sandra Lee!  Once in a while, I make something really good, then it gives me a confidence boost.  I'll get ballsy enough to try something without a recipe.  I hit a home run one time with some stuffed chicken breasts I made, so I tried it again with some changes.  Changes were bad.  So, so bad.  I knew it was bad the moment I put it in the oven, and that was probably too late.  I didn't even eat it because I was busy being on a diet that lasted 3 days.  Dave did, and I could see how bad it was by the look on his face as he labored through that chicken.

Me: Just throw it away!  I'd rather you throw it away than see your face like that while you're eating it.

Dave: You know I don't throw food away...What kind of cheese is this?

Me: I don't want to talk about it.

Dave: Is it cream cheese?

Me: I don't want to talk about it!

Back to the recipes.
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Last one, I promise.

Dave (from the other room): Cute, babe.

Me: What?

Dave: I heard it.  You tooted.

Me: No, I didn't.

Dave: Yes you did, I heard it.

Me: No, I really didn't.

Dave: Uh huh. Sure.

Me: I'm serious.  I didn't!

(noise comes from the kitchen)
Dave: Oh. It was the ice maker.