Tonight the kids and Matt wanted grilled hot dogs for dinner. (I get the turkey hot dogs with no nitrates or nitrites.) Since there are only 16 in two packages and we would need 18 to feed our family, I offered to not have any and I bought me a steak. Darn. :) Matt left to a meeting. I grilled their hot dogs first and set them to eating and then I grilled up my steak. (FYI: I did share a strip each with Jileigh and Matt.) Anyway, I just figured they would know to save some for their Dad. When I finally made it back to the table, there was only 1/2 a hot dog left and kids were off playing. I was in a panic. I yelled out to the kids, "who had 3 hot dogs and didn't leave any for DAD?!" Of course I didn't really get an answer and was a bit upset. Then my sweet little Beau comes in and tells me that he, on his own, took two hot dogs, put them in a bag, and put them in the frig for Dad so he would have some when he got home and then he showed me where they were. I knelt down and gave him a big hug and kiss for being so considerate and thoughtful. We are so blessed to have this little boy in our family.
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