So I was zapping a bowl cubed butternut squash in the microwave when my teenage son came into the room and sniffed the air and then wanted to know why was I cooking hampster kibble

I've been promised that teenage boys eventually outgrow being teenage boys.

They do and this year Eldest Son asked for cookware and Youngest Son asked for a cookbook!!!

My son told me "Hey, these carrots are pretty good" when he was eating my oven-roasted sweet potatoes! It was funny.