As the girls worked on their schoolwork this morning, I realized that the crockpot dinner I had planned couldn't wait until their lunch break to be assembled (not if we wanted to eat dinner at a reasonable hour). As I scurried around the kitchen putting the ingredients into the crockpot, I apologized for interrupting their school time to cook.
"Mom," Bookgirl said patiently, "you're interrupting our school time to make that really good chicken taco filling. It's not like you're interrupting our school time to make...oh, I don't know...something like 'Brussels Sprout Soup.'"
(For the record, I have never made anything called "Brussels Sprout Soup." My girls are healthy eaters, but even I wouldn't push their taste buds that far.)