Dad's here

My Dad's here. He's so helpful when he comes, he loves to help us out but does little things like buys groceries and cooks. Everyone keeps asking me what we are going to do while he's here this time and I think we'll just tie up some loose ends in the bathroom and maybe hang some cupboards in there or something. It depends on how much money we have, yada, yada.
Anyways, I was leaving for work this morning and I told him I had my photography class tonight and that I would be very late but Randy would be home after work.
So, my Dad, says, "Does Randy know what to fix for dinner?". Let me type that again...."Does Randy know what to fix for dinner?". I was giggling inside as soon as I heard the words Randy and fix dinner in the same sentence. And with a big grin on my face said, "well, ugh, not sure, so you better make something". I had forgotten until that moment that there are some men on the planet that fix dinner. not mine. He does eat dinner though, so Dad fixin' some grub is right up his alley. I can guarentee that no matter what Dad fixes, Boston will take one look at it, pull his mouth to one side and say, "I don't wike dis" and that will be the end of that.
Good luck to my family tonight....