H just got home from being a referee for his sport all morning. D was apparently getting sick of me and wanted him, so good timing, I guess...

He asked if she wanted hamburgers for lunch, and I asked if he meant the ones in the fridge. He said yes, and I asked when they were from. He said, "I don't know, Monday or something?" I'm pretty paranoid about food safety (did paper on it in grad school) and checked online and said they're only good for 3-4 days in fridge (yes, I know, many of you have probably eaten much older burgers and been fine!) He was like, "They're fine, I'm not trying to poison our daughter." I tried to protest, saying I'm just trying to be careful, and he just kinda stormed upstairs to take a shower.

Guess that's one more thing to add to my list to talk about in my rescheduled therapy session with T2 this afternoon...