Every so often I am really proud of a dinner I put together for my family. Not just because it is good but because my kids will actually enjoy it. I made Lasagna with a secret family recipe for the cheese, a spring salad, garlic bread and peas. My kids actually ate the peas first. I don't watch them eat when they pick vegetables to eat first. I'm afraid any attention I give them will disrupt the molecules around them causing them to suddenly realize they are not behaving like normal children.
We were eating leftovers of this meal for dinner last night. After the first serving, My Mukor gave himself a second helping and put it into the microwave to heat. He is one of those people who needs his food piping hot. Watching his father, LittleMan asked the following question:
LittleMan: "Why is Daddy doing that?"
Me: "He is heating it up to make it hot."
My Mukor: "How long should I put it in for, sweetie?"
Me: "I'd put it in 3 minutes."
My Mukor: "Really? I did one."
Me: "Well, the outsides will get nice and hot, but the insides will still be cold. Or, you could smush it down."
My Mukor: "Yeah, I'll do that. I don't really mind it smushed down."
LittleMan: [Listening to the conversation with interest] "Why does smushing it down make it hotter?"
Me: "The thicker the food you are trying to heat, the longer it will take the microwave to heat the center. It has to go a lot further to get to the center than when it goes through a thin layer."
My Mukor: "So if you are in a space ship, and the aliens are shooting at you with their radiation guns, make certain to surround yourself in a thick layer of lasagna."
Between My Mukor and I our children will never get a reasonable explanation for anything.