Mmmmm. Cook it up!

When the cat is away, the mice will play!
So, last week, Hubby was out of town tending to the Father-in-law who was in the hospital.
I was single-momming it.

So, what did we do?
I let him bring DIRT {gasp!} in the house.
In fact, he "cooked" with it.

Care for an "Alien Eyeball, Car & Driver Soup?"






{you know you want to try it! actual ingredients: dirt, rocks, matchbox cars, action figure, leftover malted milk easter eggs}

Yes, I know he's wearing a regular shirt & batman pajama pants.
Some evenings just flow like that, don't they?

And---you'll note that in the final picture, he had to sliiiiiide it to me, like a bartender. I asked where he got that reference {well, I didn't use those words} and he informed me that it's from some tropical setting Scooby Doo.
hmmmmm.
I know *I* haven't taken him to a bar!
{Hubby, you may have some 'splainin' to do!}

((Also, please note his new love for collared shirts.))