Last night I made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup at Peanut's behest.

Eating away while watching TV, Emily says,

"I can't wait to eat mum and dad's cooking again."

I says, "Oh, this isn't that good?"

Reply: "Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that." 

I'm not sure how else she could have meant it. Had I made steak and shrimp complete with steamed veggies, she most likely would not have thought of better food in a more Hayesian place. Nonetheless, I can't wait to eat Georgina and Chef Boy-r-Nigel-D's cooking either.