Me: Hey Dave! We've got like 20 minutes; let's make hamburgers and sit down and eat dinner 'cause we never do that and I feel like a bad pseudo-mom/hostess since we never do that.
Dave: Awesome! What can I do to help?
Me: Here, cut these onions. I have this thing that makes it really easy, but don't do this (shows him what not to do) 'cause then you'll cut your finger.
Then this happened:


Then this:


And the first cleaning:

Gross.
1 comment:
I'm always SOO worried that my husband is going to cut himself with our super sharp knives. Luckily he hasn't so far, but I could see it happening.
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