This past week, I made Zach an apricot nectar cake since I was going to be gone for several days with work. As I was taking the cake out of the oven he informed me of the following:
When I asked why, I was informed that its because I can cook good cakes, casseroles and such. Then he added in that sometimes I act like one.
Oh dear husband, luckily I love you so and don't find being called a grandma offensive, especially since he acts like a grandpa :)
enjoy the little things in life :)
