“Mom, how much longer till you get home?” Franny’s voice piped through the Bluetooth in my car.
“A half hour,” I replied.
“Call me when you’re five minutes away.”
I did, and when I walked in the door, this is what I saw.
She had prepared it all herself. Roasted potatoes with rosemary is her new specialty.
She had set the table, lit the candles, and poured my wine.
I stared at her freckled face, at all not-quite-five-feet of her, and marveled. It never would have even occurred to me, at age eleven, to make dinner for my mother.
“Franny, you’re amazing,” I said.
“I know,” she said.
And we sat down to dinner.
Today, I’m thankful for the night my daughter surprised me with dinner.
Awwww…what a wonderful child you’re raising. Go, mama, go!
Thank you, Lori, but I think she came out of the chute that way.
That is really great, love it when kids cook. Make sure you both watch Masterchef Junior, Sept. 27, 8pm on FOX, kids 8-13 cooking amazing things for Gordon Ramsey, et. al. It’ll be inspiring for a lot of kids. shameless promotion, my daughter Dara is on the show.
She’s a gem – I LOVE rosemary potatoes
My daughter will LOVE that! She’s into cooking shows.
What a wonderful kid.
That is soooo sweet. Her mamma taught her her well!
You have a great kid there.
Awww…thank you.
I enjoy your blog – but today I enjoyed it a lot. What a great kid you have.
Thanks, Allison!