The romantic side of Kraft Dinner ...

I'm not picky. Not really. It's just that sometimes I know what I want. And when I know what I want, I don't want anything else.

I'm especially that way with food. When I want a certain something to eat it simply cannot be replaced. Or ignored.

Take last night for example.

What I wanted was Kraft Dinner. Straight up, original, yellowy goodness.

(FYI - this is not a health food blog, it's my life, for real ... so yeah, I crave Kraft Dinner occasionally. Deal.)

I wasn't going to eat white Presidents Choice Macaroni Dinner.

But, it appeared that I didn't have much choice.

(It was all we had in the cupboard and we were pressed for time because Jackie Chan had spontaneously decided that he would like to spend some of his birthday money on a movie so we were trying to eat and get out of the house to see "Shrek: Forever After" which I really didn't care too much to see but Curtis and I were both in agreement that we were so NOT sitting through "Marmaduke".)

So I grumbled about the grossness of white Kraft dinner and started to fill up the pot with water.

Curtis, in the meantime was grumbling to himself - about what exactly I couldn't be sure - and promptly picked up his wallet and announced that he was heading out to the store.

When I asked him -quite innocently - why he was going to the store now when we didn't have a lot of time, he replied "to get you some Kraft Dinner."

I smiled and said ... OH.

About three minutes later Jackie Chan came out of the bathroom (located conveniently right beside the kitchen where our brief Kraft Dinner conversation had just occurred) and was blabbing on about romantic and something starting ... I was confused but clearly he was directing his comments at me so I thought I should request some clarification.

"What are you saying baby? I can't hear you, you're mumbling."

"I said (dramatic pause) that Daddy is going to the store to get you real Kraft Dinner because you don't like the white stuff and that's how all the romantic starts because he loves you."

The grammar left something to be desired ... but his point was loud and clear.

It was a very romantic thing for Curtis to do.

And sometimes in the midst of all life's crazy hustle and bustle, it's the little gestures that mean so much.