Daddy wins again.

RJ and I both work retail-type jobs with retail-type hours.  That means that on the third Thursday of every month that has an "i"  in it and if there's a full moon, we get a day off together.

Today was not one of those days.

Today, I went to work and left RJ to play video games and surf the internet take care of the kids and such.

And for the 11,000th time in a row, he has managed to trump me and become the favored parent.

Because it just so HAPPENED that I had some leftover rice in the fridge, and it just so HAPPENED that zj loves fried rice, and it just so HAPPENED that RJ decided that today was the day he would learn to make fried rice.

I'm not even going to say anything snarky about how this is obviously lunch and zj is obviously still wearing his pajamas.  I can show considerable restraint when it's necessary.  

Zj said it was as good as mine, but not quite as good as Grandma J's.

I guess I can live with that.