It’s this guy, the one who bargained that if he ate a good breakfast and kept a smile on his face, that we’d let him watch…
The Cuisinart Guy.
At which time our son set the table with plastic plates, trekked a fork to each spot and then accidentally discovered he could peel each napkin in half, so we could all have two. Very thin napkins, that is.
It isn’t that we’ve watched the Cuisinart DVD before.
It’s that we’ve watched it 35 times before.
These aren’t just avocados.
These are avocados for guacamole.
“And,” as my son asked, “could you please move out of the way, Mom. This is my favorite part.”
Which I did.
I ushered to the kitchen only to see this–my husband equally enrapt.
“This is pretty good,” he said.
Seems no one needs a new bike this Christmas. We’d all prefer our own food processors.