Mmmm....Mmmmm....Good

Mmmm....Mmmmm....Good

I recieved one of the greatest compliments a 7 year old boy could bestow upon a DivaMom. My son said my baked barbecue chicken tasted, “Better than McDonald’s”. I kid you not! I have often fantasized about that day and it has arrived. Halelujah!

He sounded a bit hoarse when I picked him up from camp yesterday. For dinner last night we had homemade chicken soup. While seated at the table he looked at me with pleading eyes, and I said, “What? You want to drink it from the bowl?” He nodded. I consented. He said his throat felt much better. I smiled.