Conversation over dinner...

I made spaghetti and meatballs tonight and I DIDN'T MESS ANYTHING UP! GO ME! Alright, on to the real story...let me set the scene...

I have finished eating and while the kids are finishing up, I'm wiping things down, putting things away...yadda, yadda, yadda...as I'm throwing something in the garbage can the entire trash bag folds into itself and falls to the bottom of the can. I say to the kids...

"The next time I buy trash bags that aren't Grippers (much love to the Hefty inventor of this product!), slap me! Well, unless we are poor." (some weeks we struggle more than others...sigh)

The bug pipes in "Wait, if we aren't poor...why are we eating spaghetti?"

I just look at her.

The grumpy teen answers "Ummm...normal people eat cooked meals all the time. Normal people do not eat McDonalds four nights a week."

I just look at him.

After deciding not to throw meatballs in their eyes and start a massive food fight (because I would have to clean it up, otherwise "It's on like Donkey Kong" comes to mind), while shouting "NORMAL KIDS WOULD NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT EATING MCDONALDS!!" (where did I go wrong), I shake my head and go load the dishwasher.

I will now add teach the kid the value of a dollar to my To-Do list and try not to dwell on the possibility they were both switched at birth...