Vince can be so funny in such a weird way.
This morning we had been up for a while and I wasn’t intending to cook breakfast.
Vince: Want me to fix some breakfast?
It’s so unusual for him to do any cooking. For a while he was bringing me breakfast in bed fairly often but that stopped. Hmmm . .
He went in the kitchen and cooked some bacon. I walked into the kitchen to get some water.
Vince: Want grits?
Vince: Will you cook them because you know how.
Me: OK. Are you done in the kitchen?
Vince: Yes. You need to fix eggs, toast and grits.
Wait. Didn’t he just say “Do you want ME to fix breakfast?” And yet I’m cooking eggs, toast and grits. He cooked bacon!
I think I’ll try that at dinner. OK. I’m done with the rice. You need to fix meat, a vegetable, make bread and make a salad!
I’m not real sure that would fly but . . I fixed eggs, toast and grits and we ate those with cold bacon. 🙂