Ok, but how do you feel about Mommy? AKA Tales from the road.

So I'm in Orange County again.  Just one night, which would be pretty nice if the hotel didn't suck.  But still, when I travel I call home.  Today my call coincided with the boys eating dinner.  Now I don't eat meat, but occasionally I cook meat.  And last night I made my first voyage into the realm of meatloaf.  The boys have eaten it just a handful of times, but when my mom and dad came to watch the boys last time, they brought some with them and the boys worked themselves into a meatloaf eating frenzy.  Anyhow, I thought I'd go ahead and make a loaf for dinner last night and leave Mr. Dog with leftovers for dinner tonight while I am out of town.  Not that he can't cook, but I understand how difficult it can be to pull a meal together if you are also watching two non-stop motion machines at the same time.

Back to the story...I called home.  Talked to Mr. Dog a little, he had them at the dinner table and was going to let them take a bath in the downstairs tub after they ate.  After our little chat, he handed the phone to Big Dog.  Our conversation went a little like this:

"Hi honey!  How are you?"

"I LOVE MEATLOAF!"

"Excellent!  I'm glad you like it.  Did you have a good day!"

"MEATLOAF!"

"Great.  Ok, you like the meatloaf?"

"I'M EATING MY SECOND PIECE!"

And it went on like that.  After a bit he handed the phone to Little Dog.

"Hi baby! Did you have a good day?"

"I LOVE MEATLOAF!"

"But you had a good day?" 

"AND KATSUP!"

And then he hung up on me.  Twice.

At least I know they're eating well.  Sigh.