A Cheese Bacon Update Mostly To Evangelize You

On Sunday night, I’m watching my New York Giants suck because last week all the sportscasters babbled on about them being ONE OF THE BEST TEAMS IN THE NFL and as every Giants fan knows, they can only be the no-one-gives-us-a-break-we-will-show-them team to do well. Now that people APPRECIATE THEIR TALENT the Giants must lose until everyone gives up hope (except me) and then they’ll WIN THE SUPER BOWL XLIV unless they’ve lost themselves out of the playoffs. {sigh}

So yes, it’s Sunday night and no one wants to make dinner. All the easy ones I want to save for the weekdays and all the difficult dishes are just too difficult for 5 p.m. and my team losing to the stupid Dallas Cowboys.

Scott says: What do you want for dinner E?

E replies without hesitation: Cheesy bacon.

Which in and of itself is PURE GENIUS. And as any good mama blogger would do, I tweet it out. And take credit.

And then Scott makes an executive decision to go to Moe’s*. I don’t even know what or where that is. But he goes and I stay to shout at my television.

(*If you click here, the website yells at you. I only linked to them so you don’t have the google after you read the next line. They didn’t endorse this post.  Although now I’m think that they should’ve.)

And Scott comes home with a CHEESE AND BACON quesadilla for E.

So here I am, the lamest parent ever, because I’m still tweeting about it and congratulating myself for having such a gifted child, and Scott actually MADE IT HAPPEN.

Holy crap Super Dad. Way to make me look bad.

And then today I shared with Twitter more of my son’s brilliance:

Kinda makes all that talk about whether we should being telling our children’s stories moot.

I’m TOTALLY telling E’s story.

Because he’s a PROPHET.

The Late Enough Church lives on. And our current gospel is bacon, cheese and sleeping.  Clothing optional.  You’re welcome.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

13 thoughts on “A Cheese Bacon Update Mostly To Evangelize You

  1. E. A kid after my own heart. We had bacon for dinner last night (BLTs), and I am not exaggerating when I say that all I could think about all day yesterday: bacon for dinner, bacon for dinner.

    And don’t feel bad that Scott’s the one who made it happen. That’s just his hunter/gatherer instinct. He can’t help himself. Besides, someone needed to stay behind and yell at the TV (I’m a TV-talker-to-er, so I understand).

    PS – Naked nap. E is a prophet. Indeed.

  2. I hate you as only a person who hates to hate can hate….you have a Moe’s. ARRRRGGGH! I had Moe’s when I visited son number one in South Carolina. It was the best burrito EVER. I live in Vegas where there are so many Mexicans that there are Panda Expresses manned by Mexicans (a surreal experience, let me tell you) and a Moe’s should be on every corner. But….no…dare I say….nada.

    In caveman times did women yell at the fire while the guys rustled up some bacon on the hoof?

    Naked napping with cheese and bacon communion? Sign me up.

  3. We have a Moe’s here and I will drive across town to go there because they have sweet tea. Sweet tea, of course, being like manna from heaven for a gal who lives in the North.

  4. You can have a tithing button and I’ll have a teething button.

    How nice it must be to spawn genius. Petit Prince is two and still doesn’t say anything that resembles a word. Oh – except he asks “Where’s Leila?” (in French). That’s his nursery reference person.

    He also asks “Where’s the caca?”

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