I Have A Cold ...

... and I don't want to wear my painting smock!

Last night Andrew, being the wonderful little guy he is, looked after Jacob for the evening while I went for din-dins in celebration of my friend's birthday. "You can just make Kraft Dinner if you want," I said, "Jake loves it and it's pretty hard to screw up Kraft Dinner."

Yeah, except if you put the cheese-powder and milk in with the water and uncooked noodles.

Apparently he didn't have Kraft Dinner growing up (which is child abuse, in my opinion).
Ouch, hey?