"Woman!" my husband called. "Hungry!" (He sounds like a caveman, doesn't he?)
I sighed and took my post at the kitchen stove. I put together a delicious French dish that of course required a lot of pots and pans.
Two hours later, we sat down to eat.
My husband and son practically inhaled the food.
"Woman!" my six-year-old son called. (Where do you think he got that from?) "Clean these dishes!"
"Excuse me?" I said. "How about, 'Thanks for the great meal. I'll help clean up?'"
I tell you, I get no respect.
Two seconds later, "Mom, I need you!" My son needed help with his Lego set.
"Here's your choice kid, " I said. '"You either help me, wait for me to finish, or hire another kitchen pixie."
"Hire another kitchen pixie."