I made Fajitas last night. It’s really simple for me to do and is one of five meals where all the children (BS5, BD3 and SS15) don’t complain and eat everything on their plate. BD says it’s her favorite meal.

DW was away in her cross-fit so it was just me and the kids eating. SS was really hungry; hungrier than I have seen him in a long while. He polished off 3 fajita wraps and asked if there was more fajita bread. I just so happened to have bought an extra package but it was sitting on the kitchen counter. I didn’t want to open it in case we didn’t need it.

SS gets up, goes to the kitchen. He finds the package, and what ensued was comedy gold.

First SS tries to tear open the package with his bear hands. I swear he looked like Super Grover from Sesame Street trying to bend bars.

I Super TALL SS will now open this package of Fajitas with my super TALL strength! ARGGNNNNNNNNN….

That didn’t work, so he pulls out a pair of scissors; the EXACT same pair of scissors that I used to open the first package just fifteen minutes prior. Except SS was trying to use the scissors left handed. Why? I don’t know considering SS is right handed.

By now I have paused eating and am watching him in utter amazement. The plastic of the package doesn’t snip open but cunningly folds over between the scissor blades, thus foiling our would-be hero.

Next, SS grabs a knife; not just any knife but a BIG knife. The biggest one in my butchers block…He then proceeds to jab at the package.

That’s good SS, make sure it’s dead first.

He manages to make a slit here and there, but the package still holds firm. Crocodile Dundee would have been shaking his head.

SS looks over at me and I quickly avert my gaze and shove a fajita in my mouth to camouflage the fact that I am giggling.

SS scratches his head. He’s tried brute strength, scissors and a knife. What is he going to try next? He opens a drawer and pulls out one of my serrated steak knifes. He manages to shove the pointy end into one of the slits he's made and begins to saw the package open.

The process is tedious and takes him a few minutes to saw through the plastic….with the knife towards him. Fortunately, SS realizes the dangerous predicament he's put himself in and switches the knife around so that he is cutting away from himself but this makes his herculean trial even longer

Enough time for me to sing a Monty Python song.

Oooooh. I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay….I sleep all night and I work all day….

Finally, SS conquered the fajita package, and returns to the table.
Good thing….I would hate to see him try to get it open with my miter saw.