“Mom! Are those oatmeal-raisin cookies I smell?” asked Mack.
“They sure are but you can’t have any until dinner is ready.” replied Mom.
“OK. So what are you cooking, besides cookies?” Mack said.
Mom looked around the kitchen as if she lost something.
“Ah, here it is!” she said as she grabbed the wooden spoon and pointed it around like a magical chef’s wand. “We have a crisp, house salad with lettuce and tomatoes from our garden. Your Dad’s jerk chicken fresh off of the grill. Perfectly baked beans, buttered corn on the cob, red rice, strawberry cake with cream cheese icing, the oatmeal-raisin cookies, and the ultimate dinner dish…”
“Mac and Cheese!” Mack interrupted. “I love me some mac and cheese, Mom!”
“I totally agree, son! I could eat mac and cheese everyday!” Mom said.
“EVERYDAY! Cheese and I are about to go outside and play for a bit. How much time do we have to play?”
Mom looked up at the clock. “You guys have about 45 minutes! Then come inside, get washed up, then come eat.”
Mack and Cheese were out of the door before Mom could really finish.
“These boys grow up so fast!” Mom whispered to herself.