I was sitting at the dining room table, taking a much needed, 5 minute breather. I looked up into the adjoining kitchen where Mr. Schmitty, standing in front of the stove, was keeping an eye on dinner. He's a dear like that.
"Daddy is standing right next to the refrigerator, could you ask him?" I asked.
"Sure! Daddy? Could I please have a cup of apple juice?" She asked her father.
He answered, "Maybe mommy could get it, I'm busy making dinner."
I looked up from my coloring book, YES, I sometimes color to relax, and cast him a look with a raised eyebrow.
The roast was in the oven, with the digital thermometer stuck in it. The potatoes were simmering on the stove, as was the broccoli. He was standing, about a foot from the stove, arms crossed, staring.
"YES! I'm multi-tasking!"
"Ah, standing and chewing gum, are we?" I snickered.
"No! I am watching THREE timers!!"
"Oh well, in that case......"
Here's more proof that women are *SO wrong about a man's ability to multi-task:
*Please note the tone of sarcasm.