Did I say "Don't spoil Dad?"

When Omar moved home for the summer, I said to him, "Don't spoil Dad...."

Huh?

Omar has turned into quite a gourmet.
-noun

1.	a connoisseur of fine food and drink; epicure.

–adjective

2.	of or characteristic of a gourmet, esp. in involving or purporting to involve high-quality or exotic ingredients and skilled preparation: gourmet meals; gourmet cooking.

3.	elaborately equipped for the preparation of fancy, specialized, or exotic meals

And I just knew we were in for a summer of excellent food, and I didn't want him to spoil Dad.

It's not that I'm not a gourmet, too, but I'm no longer as ambitious on a daily basis as Omar is. He will prepare risotto, from scratch, for LUNCH! Me? I'm all about the leftovers, or a quick sandwich.

Dinner? Oh my gosh, the dinners we've had. Now, lest you think he's been toiling away over a hot stove all summer, let me say 1) I've been helping 2) we've done a good deal of grilling and 3) most of the meals have been a collaborative effort to some extent.

Last night, as we sat nibbling on toasted blueberry pound cake with vanilla bean ice cream, Dad says, "Now let's see how Mom does when you're gone...."

Oy.

Did I not say, "Don't spoil Dad?"