Cooking lessons

Hannah has always been a very picky eater. Up until she turned 5 we made her special meals at dinner time if she didn't like what we were having. After her 5th birthday the rule became that she had to eat what we were eating or she went to bed hungry. That lasted until she was 7 when she learned how to cook a few things by herself. Now if she doesn't like what we're having for dinner she can either go to bed hungry or fend for herself.

This morning Lincoln had to leave for work while both kids woke up which lead to the following conversation:

Jake: Where is Daddy?

Me: Daddy had to leave for work early this morning. He's already gone.

Jake (starting to cry): But now I won't get my cooking lessons!

(We call Daddy to say "good-bye" over the phone. Hannah wakes up and comes downstairs while we're talking so Lincoln talks with both kids before they hand the phone over to me.)

Me: What is this about cooking lessons?

Lincoln: Jake wants me to give him cooking lessons so that he can make his own dinners like Hannah does.

Me: Ah.

Lincoln: By the way, good luck with Weepy and Sleepy this morning.