...and this post is proof.
Last week, Jesse bought Adrian a corn dog maker. It bakes the corn dogs instead of frying them, and you can put in a healthier hot dog, so okay....fine.
Last night, I told Adrian he could try and make them on his own. I was on the couch, so if something caught fire, I could help, but otherwise.....y'know?
So, there he is....my sweet boy....so proud of himself making himself dinner. He even made extra for everyone else! Since Jesse and Alex were at the store (getting St. Valentines goodies), he served me one first. Then he got a plate for Ryan. We waited for ours to cool, but he went ahead and started eating. Ryan and I took a bite at the same time. She spit hers out. My eyeball twitched, but I chewed it on down and gave my boy a slightly strangled smile and said "Baby....please stop eating that...."
A couple seconds later, Jesse walked in the door....grabbed a corn dog and took a big bite. Thennnnn he choked.
"Adrian..." he said. "Come show me how you made them....."
Adrian was there saying "See? almost all the package of cornbread mix.....this much sugar...etc....and a fourth of salt...."
"A fourth of salt? Which kind of fourth?"
He shows us the ONE FOURTH OF A CUP.
Jesse looks at him....."Ohhh.....where is that in the recipe?", so Adrian shows him. Thennnnn Jesse says "....that says a fourth of a teaspoon."
Adrian looks at it and says "Oh. Well. Bologna sandwiches for everybody!"