A woman’s place is in the kitchen.

And she should go there directly after work. Because that’s where she keeps the wine.

Busy, busy week here at Moxie-Dude headquarters. So busy that I barely had time to cook this week . . . much to my children’s dismay.

“Awww. You have to work tonight AGAIN?”
(Although I’m pretty sure the disappointment was fake.)

One night this week I even got to work past dinnertime as my teens decided to help out and take over the kitchen.

“Awww. I’m sorry I can’t stop working to cook you dinner.
(Wherein I found out that I too can fake disappointment.)

Meanwhile, a snippet of the conversation I overheard between my teens as they made dinner:

Jonathan: Make yourself useful and go take out the garbage.

Samantha: I can’t. I’m busy cooking. And besides, that’s a man’s job. It’s the woman’s job to cook.

Me hollering from my office: THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS “WOMEN’S JOBS” AND “MEN’S JOBS”!!!

Samantha: Obviously I’m kidding, mom. The women in our family can’t cook.

Disclaimer: This statement is not entirely true. ALL the women in my family can cook.

Disclaimer to my disclaimer: Except me.