Apparently Corwin thinks that Mom is a good cook. After soccer practice yesterday, I offered to take the boys out to KFC. Normally Corwin is a big fan of going out to eat, but he declined the offer and stated that he wanted to eat at home and have some of the chicken Mom had cooked before she left. True to his word, Corwin was willing to eat the chicken for dinner. Charles initially refused the chicken and had peanut butter toast instead, but after he finished it he helped himself to the last chicken leg. At least I just had to reheat it instead of cooking, because even the pre-packaged macaroni&cheese I made Sunday night is a bit of a challenge for me.