Tonight, Pepper got home from his after-school activity at about 5:00, looked at our dark, empty kitchen, and very reasonably asked, "What's for dinner?"

And me, Mother of the Year, responded, "Whatever you go buy at the store."

Basically, dinner was just Too Much for me today, so I gave Jessica and Pepper money and they walked to the neighborhood store and bought dinner for the family.

Dinner, courtesy of Jessica and Pepper = frozen pizzas and mozzarella sticks.

As long as nobody tells the American Dietetic Association, everyone is happy.