Brady comes home, on the phone with his little sis, takes one look at me, gives me an extra sweet smile and whispers that it smells good. Then he makes a point to tell her that I made dinner and how it smells good and how nice it was of me to do so.
Me: That's weird that he's talking so much about dinner to Haylee. Nice that he's being so appreciative though.
I can tell he's all the sudden cutting the convo short with, "I think I need to go now because dinner's sitting here warm and its time for us to eat"
Me: I guess he's just dang hungry.
Hangs up the phone walks over with a smile and outstretched arms, so I give him a hug.
We're hugging in silence for a while, and just as I'm about to ask him if something bad happened to him today he says,
"So tell me why you've been crying...."
Then I realize that I was crying.........while I was cutting the onions.
After telling him this he replies,
"Oh, you have black streaks down your face"
And I did. Have racoon eyes. And thick black streaks down my face.
And it had been over an hour since I cut the onions.
Good thing we eat late, I have absolutely no life during the weekdays, and saw no one.
Life lesson: Look in a mirror once in awhile.