I don't think that Mom left us home alone with Dad very often, but one of the first times she did Dad managed to burn our dinner he was to cook for us. He burned it BAD! So from that day on we were sure that dad couldn't make a thing without burning it...even the koolaid! Poor dad, this carried though until I was at least in High School. I guess that is where he got his love for Taco Time. He gave up on even trying to cook and just took us to there. Then again, maybe he did it on purpose so he had a good reason to go out.
Meg
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