The First And The Last Time
In my house, my father cooks. He says it's because he likes to eat. But last night, when I got home my mother offered to make me dinner while she was making something for herself. I thought it was nice. It's the first time in recent memory that my mother has made me dinner.
It was also the last.
Let's just say she, um, set the hamburgers on fire in the oven. I think my father will continue to do most of the cooking...