Yesterday, when D-boy and I were at the grocery store he spotted frozen, waffle cut, sweet potato fries. His eyes lit up. He absolutely loves sweet potatoes.
The ultimate french fry, he murmured reverently.
Of course I had to buy them for him.
So last night while BadDad grilled burgers on the patio, I popped the fries in the oven, made a salad, and decided to blog. There was just one problem with my plan...
I forgot to set the timer and quickly lost myself in the blogosphere.
My hubby came in, saw the potato carnage and declared, D-boy's going to freak out.
Luckily, our little guy is the forgiving sort. Undaunted by the sheer horror of the situation, he noticed that even the blackened fries still had some good parts. He set about pulling the burned bits off and dinner was saved. Crisis averted.
Still, I'll be leery evermore of blogging while cooking. They just don't mix.
Linking to: Finding the Funny