It's taco night, I told her.
"Can I get up early from naps and help you make tacos?"
Nap time is sacred to me. But what kind of mom can say no to that question?
So at exactly 3:45, as instructed, she came downstairs to serve as my sous-chef de cuisine.
First, she made a list of everything we should have on our tacos so she could cross them off as we got them ready. And she added milk, so I wouldn't forget to put drinks on the table.
For the record, she thinks the spelling of guacamole is silly. I agree.
When dinner was served, I bragged on my assistant and made sure everyone knew what a big hand she had in getting our food to the table. After a round of thanks from the men of the family, we proceeded to enjoy our meal.
These might be the best tacos I've ever eaten.