I wasn't sure where to post this- here, domestic policy or kiddley ivey. Guess where I'm going with this?
Yesterday, a lady from my collie list sent a recipe for her homemade liver cookies for dogs. You start by pureeing raw liver, and it gets better after that.
So, today I made a batch. After I got the sludgy batter made, I took Libby to the groomer (Libby found some pond sludge to roll in Sunday, and just brushing her didn't make that smell go away).
When I got home, #'s 3 and 4 were sitting on the front porch eating a snack. I asked them what they were eating, and the baby looked mildly annoyed and said,"Oh, you know that! WE're eating the food you made us for lunch!"
I just smiled sweetly and came inside, where I nearly turned myself inside out from laughing. See, when boys get to a certain age, their mothers are really the dumbest creatures on the planet, and so he didn't even consider asking me what he was eating. I can't wait until his first date!
Cindy