I'm no Rachel Ray

My cooking self esteem took 2 hits yesterday.

Josiah came home from school and I quote, “Mom, will you start making my lunch instead of me eating in the cafeteria?” “Um yea. I will. Why?” “The cafeteria is just too good and I’m getting fat.”

Then at dinner Elijah asked me, “Mom, who made the jello?” I told him I did, and he said, in all seriousness, “I didn’t know you had the ability.”

Sigh.