Got home from work and decided to make tacos for dinner.
I get out the meat and put it in the skillet, chop the tomatoes and shred the cheese.
While the meat was cooking I decided to sit down and go through the mail, my son walks in and says "Hey ma, watcha doin?"
"Goin thru the mail" I replied. "Hey Dev," I ask . "Can you please stir the meat for me?"
"Sure!" he answered sounding especially perky...
Out of the top of my eye I see movement so I glance up to see him standing there with one hand on his head and the other in the air, while he is moving his hips around in a circle, hoola-hoop style.
"Devon!" I exclaim.
"Mom" he says and looks at me as if I were the crazy one... "You told me to stir the meat!"
