So, yesterday when Chris got home from work he took the kids outside and within the first 10 minutes of his walking through the door, Scarlett was learning how to use a power tool, and Chris was building a sign. He grabbed Scarlett's paints and shooed me into the car and to the grocery store. I tried with every effort to give my two cents on how to best achieve a successful craft time, but was heavily encouraged to finish dinner instead. So I put on my chef boots and let go of my inner creative control freak. Then I creatively plated our dinner just to stick it to the man.







