Tonight Nathaniel is making meatloaf. He has pleaded to do it for at least a week. Meatloaf and, because I am still in charge, Caesar salad, buddy. I think I may have agreed to make pasta from scratch in the near future, blargh. I'm putting my foot down about cotton candy, though. I am not pulling hot sugar with the help of four enthusiastic children. Nope.
I think I may have also said yes to snow cones and possibly we could bake some Egyptian bread and pretend to mummify Thomas, or something. For Epiphany. I'm sure I can connect it to Epiphany.