The other day, Jane helped me make pudding for dessert. A most special treat, since dessert is typically not served on a weeknight.
We made a chocolate and vanilla batch and were quite pleased with our dual swirl in the cups and the dash of nutmeg on top. Into the refrigerator with much hand clapping and excitement.
The children raced through their evening meal that night and happily received their cups of creamy goodness. In the spoons plunged with smiles abounding.
But then, there was a quiet yet abrupt pause in the moment. While Pops and I attacked our pudding cups with great industriousness, the child spoons slowed, their smiles turning quizzical.
Turns out, none of my children like pudding. Say what??