I got home tonight to some wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. Christine was cooking chicken, and it looked good.
As she cooked, I sat on the couch and recounted my day with the boys… and vice versa. Turns out Jack got to go in a paddle boat today, in a lake, that had only three alligators in it.
We sat down for dinner, and Christine said “I hope it’s good” with a pleading look on her face.
I said “something new?”
“Yes, I was trying to make Chicken curry, but I was missing one ingredient.”
I asked “what was that?”
“Curry” was the answer.