Most of my funny stories seem to come from my 3 yr old son and my trying stories from my 7 yr old daughter. Here goes another one from the 3 yrd old. I made dinner tonight. Let me start off by saying that my son's daycare provider is Spanish, and so far, I think that they make the best rice. So needless to say this story is about rice. I'm a little handicapped when it come to the art of making white rice. Yes, I am a boil in a bag girl. I know what you are all thinking, "How the hell do you mess up bag rice." Well, I can and I did. So the rest of my family eats the rice with no problem, then out of the mouth of the babe come, "Ma, I don't like your rice. It tastes yucky." As my ego takes the hit, I proceed to tell him, "I don't care what it tastes like. If you don't eat it no desert." You know, I really couldn't argue with him. Can I get some rice cooking lesson? Anyone! Everyone! Help! Arrgh, motherhood!