Will wonders never cease?

I think I use that title a lot on my blog postings. It's often true though.

My girl made dinner last night. Yes, I occasionally let her use the stove. After a meltdown that included statements like "you came home too early" I exited the kitchen and let her perform her magic. We had spaghetti tacos (really, spaghetti in hard shelled taco shells) and cheesy rice and broccoli. It was tasty. Even Paul commented "this is actually pretty good." She gets her cooking skills from her mother. :)