sketti with my son

The Wendling asked the other day if I could "show him how to make spaghetti". Yes, he's 27. Yes, I jumped at the chance. No, I didn't ask him what took him so long.

As I was cooking away, he offered to stir the sauce. (I use sauce from a jar and add browned meat, garlic, and herbs. No big deal.) He acted like he really wanted to Do The Thing, which wasn't what I was expecting. Happiness.

I told him to tell his mother because it would make her happy. He already had.