The Meatloaf War

My husband decided that he wanted to cook dinner.  "I'm making meatloaf," he announced.

That was fine with me, because you all know how much I love cooking!

A short while later, we all sat down and began eating.  "This is the best meatloaf I've ever had," said my husband.  "Even better than Mama's meatloaf!"

"Hey, wait a minute," I said.  "I make a pretty darn good meatloaf!"

"Yeah, right," he said.  "A slab of meat with a little ketsup drizzled on it?"

"Excuse me?"  The man was starting to push my buttons. 

"I know how to make meatloaf," my husband continued. "I used two types of meat."

"I use three," I rebuttled.

"And I put peppers and onions in the meat, too."

My son, Bubba, spoke up.  "But Dad, I don't like peppers!"

I grinned.  "I put in onions, and a lot of seasonings."

Then my daughter commented.  "Mom's has a lot of flavor," she said.

"Mine is still better," insisted my husband.  "Isn't it?"  He gave my kids the look telling them they had better agree.

They looked at each other. 

"Tie!" they announced.

Aren't they just so diplomatic?