I’ve Finally Accepted That I’m a Short-Order Cook

When I became a mom, I didn’t realize I would be a short-order cook to so many little customers with very bold and specific requests. But I totally am. Spaghetti with no sauce and extra butter? You got it! PB&J with light J? Sure! Fried egg with a broken yolk? Mama can do! Oh, you don’t like eggs? You’d like yogurt with granola on top instead? Be my guest. Now, some might argue that I should serve up our family meals with a take-it-or-leave-it philosophy.