A small dose of validation

Tonight at dinner, Stephen was raving about dinner--one I just kind of threw together. He went on and on about how I make the best dinners and how tasty they are. Then he said this:

"Mama, you are the best best BEST mama a child could have."

Ah, be still my heart. Of course, if I had put any thought in to dinner he would have said, "No thank you."

And on a gluten-free note, Zachary hasn't seemed to notice the difference in his diet. He inhaled about 3 bowls of his Gorilla Munch cereal (Stephen had a couple bowls, too, as did I), enjoyed his PB&J on homemade GF bread and slurped up his rice noodles at dinner--which, if you ask me, tastes exactly like rice as we know it only long and skinny and, well, noodley. He didn't seem to notice or care.