Reid and I went to gymnastics Tuesday night and got home at 6:45. While Reid had eaten some cheese, pepper slices and an apple, she was still claiming to be hungry when we got home. She has a cold, though, and was a bit grouchy. I can totally understand being out of sorts because of a stuffy nose.

Ken had supper pretty much ready when we walked in the door, which was awfully nice. I wouldn’t want him to have to miss gymnastics all the time, though. Reid started to wail when she saw that I had set her a pasta bowl with *yellow* flowers. How could I do this to her? Didn’t I know that she wanted the one with purple flowers that she’d used Monday night? My psychic powers are rather weak, I admit, and I hadn’t realized. While I was washing the bowl that she wanted and Ken served us some of the Thai turkey and vegetables. Reid stated flatly that she didn’t like stir fry. Ken said, “Tonight, I don’t think you would like curry.”

It was like a clap of thunder out of the blue. We both knew instantly that the former was a statement that was better left unsaid. Way, way, waaay better left unsaid. Of course, Reid then declared her love and desire for curry. Sigh. Poor Ken. He made us a lovely supper, had it ready when we walked in the door and then that.

Edited to add: Ken told me that he knew what he was doing when he mentioned curry, he just wondered what the reaction was. Oh, he was experimenting. With our daughter. When she was tired.