Twilight Zone...

Last night my hubby, my son, and I were all gathered at the dinner table- (which, sadly to admit doesn't happen as often as I would like, sometimes I am just too tired and ornery to care about scintilating conversation, and we end up eating at the tv trays watching some dumb show- it doesn't happen EVERY night, but more than it should) Where was I? Oh yes, eating at the dinner table.

Daddy usually asks son "How was your day?" "What did you learn?" etc...

Last night the conversation went like this:

son- "Dad... How was work today?"
(we looked at eachother- I don't think my son has ever asked this question out of the blue like this... ever!)

dad- "Well... it was a pretty good day. I got a lot done, and Joe and I had a meeting and joked and laughed a lot."

son- "So... you weren't paying attention?"

(I about blew BBQ pork out of my nose- this was soooo funny! I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone- complete role reversal!)

Later, my son said:
"Mom, this dinner is really good. What exactly did you put in the pork to make it taste this way?"

Now I'm sharing baking secrets with my 7 year old?

OH, he also told me, earlier in the day when he saw me in a new dress, "Mom, I like your new dress. However, the back of your neck looks like an old lady, but the front of you looks really pretty!"

Gee.... thanks!