I like celebrating holidays and traditions. Life needs to be celebrated. And food. Food is good. Years ago I started celebrating Chinese New Years with my boys. (You can even find crafts on the blog.) I have a knack for American Chinese food, so it gives me an excuse to go all out with crab rangoons and egg rolls and bean sprouts with green beans and cashew chicken or broccoli beef. Yummy. Only we have a slight problem.
Driving home from school.
Me: Boys. We have a problem.
Tornado E: What, Mommy?
Me: Friday is the movie night at the school. Do you guys want to go?
Tornado E and S: YES!
Me: Cool. We’ll do that. Friday is also Chinese New Year.
Tornado E: So let’s celebrate!
Me: Good idea. But we’re doing the movie night. So what are we going to do?
Silence as the boys ponder. I could almost hear the wheels in their head turning. I figured we would celebrate Saturday, even decorate the house and do a few crafts.
Tornado S: I know! Let’s take Chinese food to the movie night!
Movie night is Rio with the school serving Mexican food (I know, not Brazilian, but you know, whatever) for purchase. I figured I’d pick up McDonald’s or Taco Bell. But Chinese food . . . .
Tornado E: That’s a great idea! Let’s do that!
Yes, that’s doable. We can do that.
Me: Great idea, Tornado S. We’ll pick up Chinese food and take it to movie night.
With that, we were working as a team. If this goes well, maybe I’ll let them write the menu every week. What could go wrong?