He DOES know how!

Last night Lazy Dad and I made breakfast for dinner.

You know, cause we're freaky like that.

Well, technically I made myself breakfast for dinner and then Lazy Dad came into the kitchen and made himself breakfast for dinner.

You know, cause we're freaky like that.

So I made myself two eggs over easy, slapped them on some buttered toast and called it a day.

Not Lazy Dad! No! He gets out a chopping board, puts a pot to boil and starts slicing up some potatoes and onions because he's decided he's going to kick his breakfast up a notch and duplicate some potatoes we had the other day at a restaurant.

Show off.

After about 20 minutes in the kitchen he finally sits down with a plate of potatoes, scrambled eggs and toast.

And that's when it all began.

"Hm, these potatoes are good."

"Mmm, I'm really liking these potatoes."

"Man! These potatoes taste REALLY good!"

On and on it goes.  Through his entire meal.

"Mmmmm."

"REALLY good."

"We've got to add these potatoes to our camping recipes."

"Did you try these?"

"I'm so in love with these potatoes I'm going to marry them and tell everyone everywhere how I awesome I am for making them."

Well, okay.  That last one he didn't say, but he might as well have with the way he carried on about these potatoes he made.

Finally at the end of the meal, after his plate had practically been licked clean, he pushes his chair back from the table, let's out a contented sigh and says, "Man! That was a REALLY good dinner."

At this point I'm standing at the kitchen sink doing something that sort of resembles, what could be perceived as, maybe sort-a-kind-a, washing dishes.

Okay, technically I was just running water over them.

"Well, I'm just so glad you enjoyed that dinner you made yourself so much," I said. "You sure paid yourself a LOT of compliments!"

And then it hit me.

Out of no where.

I suddenly realized something.

Something funny and humiliating all at the same time.

I burst out laughing, "Hahahahahahaha! You know? hahahahahaha! I just realized hohohohohoho! something. hehehehehehehe! You have NEVER hehehohohohahahaha! EVER hahahahahaha! ONCE hohohehehehehe! said that about my cooking. BLAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face.

Many tears.

Many laughs.

Many meals cooked in 10 years of marriage.

And then I composed myself long enough to say, "Apparently you either don't know how to pay ME a compliment, hehehehehehehehe! or I have never made anything worth complimenting. AHhahahahahahaha!"

Many tears.

Many laughs.

Many meals cooked in 10 years of marriage.

But at least NOW I know He CAN pay a compliment.

Well, to himself.

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