Feeling woozy from my 3:45am wake up with no nap and a glass of Riesling sloshing around in my belly, I was enjoying a peaceful meal thanks to a zonked out naught toddler and decided that we should tackle gender stereotypes for our dinner conversation.
That's a nice way of me saying I'm sick and tired of cooking all the meals all the time and I want to make sure my daughter understands that it's my choice to cook because if I didn't we'd be eating Lean Cuisine and pasta every night and I'd have to clean up one hell of a messy kitchen.
"Do Daddies cook meals?" I asked her.
My husband gave me the "are you seriously going to have this conversation right now with our four-year-old daughter who just tried to stick a piece of corn in her nose?" look.
"Do Daddies cook meals?" I repeated, nudging her more strongly for more than just the zoned out preschooler look.
"No!" she replied.
My husband tried to remind her that he had indeed cooked dinner the night before. Of course, "cooked" meant that he seasoned the chicken.
"Well, I just want you to know that Daddies can cook too" I said, pleased that my experiment had indeed gone my way.
"How about cleaning? Do Daddies clean ?" I asked her.
"YES!" She exclaimed, joyfully.
My husband smiled.
"BUT NOT MOMMIES!"
Eh, well. It could be worse.