What's for Dinner?

One more post for the night.

It's 10:10, for some strange reason Will is still awake, and laying in our bed.

I just came upstairs and Andy told me Will wanted to ask me something.

Will: "You know that hand stuff? Can we get some?"

Me: "HAND stuff? I have no idea what you're talking about. Say it again? HAND??"

Will: "That hand stuff you have for dinner (while waving his hand)?"

Me: Blank look.

Will: "You know, Hamburger Helper."

Me: Laughing, "You want Hamburger Helper? Where did you see that?"

Will: "I just saw it on T.V. Can we have some?"

Me: After going to the pantry, I show him the "hand" on the box of Tuna Helper, "Is this what you want?"

Will: He's in awe, "I just saw it on TV and you already have it?"



The simple pleasures! And for the record I used to find that little "hand" adorable when I was younger. Secretly, I always wished it was real. That and Aunt Jemima. And the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Oh, and maybe the Snuggle Bear too!