Of all the questions I answer each day (and believe me, with these kids, the number is sometimes in the thousands) the one that annoys me the most, right out of the gate, is "What's for dinner?"
Followed closely by: "Are you thinking about what to make for dinner?"
Which is followed closely by *sniff air* "What's that your making for dinner?"
On the heels of Mr W leaning over, looking into the pan and asking "What's that?" with a look on his face that telegraphs 'there's no way in hell I'm eating it.'
I should not be bothered by so basic a question, yet it brings out the twitch in my left eye like no other.
Mr W had the audacity to ask me tonight, "Why does that make you mad? Why does it upset you so much?"
Why? Why?? WHY?
I can't believe he asked. Then again, we are at my Mom's house--there are witnesses present.
Why it annoys me:
1) It's always me that gets asked. (It must be the resemblance to Emeril.)
2) Ask once, I'm fine. Ask me 4 times, with my Dad and Mr W thrown into the mix, and I'm done.
3) "But I don't want that."
Those are reasons that come to mind immediately. There are myriad others, I'm just in a hurry here.
It's time to make dinner.