but I am secretly proud.
Whenever we have discrete pieces of meat like steak or chops, Lisa has me cut it all up and evenly distribute it among the kids plates. Lisa and I of course get a whole piece and our own knives, fan-bloody-tastic, I know. As the years have gone by Gunnar has graduated to his own chop and just recently so has Qatar. Qatar is having trouble learning how to hold a knife and fork correctly to cut meat, but we all have to learn sometime. Anyways over dinner we have this conversation:
Qatar: I really like my meat hard.
Gunnar: THAT"S WHAT SHE SAID!
*please note the opinions are the blogger's and definitely do not reflect said blogger's wife. At least not in public.