Taco night is one of my favorite for two reasons. First, because white meat turkey tacos are amazing. Second, because it ensures both little people will actually eat dinner instead of filling up on crackers, marshmallows, and apple juice.
Sitting across from them I watched them clean their plates and ask for seconds. A request which I happily complied. By the end of the meal they were taco covered messes. I sat there finishing my meal while they disappeared behind the side of the table.
Mike lives in North Florida with his wife, two children, two dogs and a cat missing a piece of her ear named Sadie Mae. He is a 30-something guy trying to balance family, work, gardening, travel and his love of food. When the kids are asleep and the house is quiet he writes two blogs, Black Coffee & Bourbon chronicles the daily circus that is his life, and Sweet Tea & Bourbon which documents his foodie adventures.
“Tickle me!” Julia exclaimed.
“My turn! Tickle me!” said Mason.
This went on for about five minutes. The sound of their laughter was so happy. It was also nice to hear them play together without one of them erupting in tears.