I'm trying to make a post-Thanksgiving meal (with a chicken instead of a turkey), and David is downstairs playing on the computer. I called him up to get some appetizers. He asked if there was anything I needed/wanted him to do. I told him no, and that I'd let him know if there was. Well, apparently I should have specified that there was nothing foodwise for him to do.. cuz trying to deal with Matthew while cooking is nearly impossible. You'd think he'd come up and help out, but you know how that male selective hearing thing is. "What? Crying? No.. I didn't hear anything".

Sigh..