While making my world-famous Spanish arroz con pollo, I didn’t quite wash all of the onion and garlic residue from my hands before rubbing my eyes. Moments later…



Isabella (the four-year-old): Daddy, why are you crying?

Me: Please, Honey. I’m just trying to cook.

Isabella: But… Food shouldn’t make you sad.

Me: What? Are you Dr. Phil?

Isabella: I’m just sayin’…. (As she left to watch another episode of Rugrats.)