I was out running a couple of errands and Matt was putting the kids to bed. I come home and tuck Nina in bed and notice that her hair was wet. "Did dad give you a bath?" I ask. "No, I taked a shower." How nice of Matt to help make tomorrow run a little more smoothly, I think. (we are morning bathers over here) I move into the kitchen and see the container of cornmeal sitting on the stove. Wow Matt, I think to myself, bathing Nina and cooking, someone is ambitious. I get closer and see that it is empty. Hmm, that's a little strange, I thought it was pretty full, he must have made a lot of something.
Then I see it:
Here is where it hits me, I think we need more cornmeal.

It seems like old habits are hard to break.
How can I not love this girl?