Food=Mama's Job

So yesterday morning Trent, Ethan and I were all in Trent and I's bedroom. I was laying on the bed pretending to sleep while Ethan and Trent talked/played. After a few minutes Trent said to Ethan, "Want some food?" Ethan yelled "yeah!" and as he ran to the kitchen he yelled "Mama!" in such a way that it could only have meant: "Come Mama, it's your job to make us food!" I love how I wasn't even involved in the conversation but I was the one requested to make breakfast. I should probably make Trent start cooking more so that Ethan knows I am not the only source of food in this house!