The family asked for hot dogs for dinner, and before that, naturally, I was spinning around so much…

The family asked for hot dogs for dinner, and before that, naturally, I was spinning around so much I couldn't remember who got which one. I put everything down, said 'Go eat, don't make a mess' 🫪, but as luck would have it, my husband's and son's hot dogs got mixed up. My son's had a drop of mustard on the whole bun, mayo, and ketchup. My husband's had mustard, mayo, spicy ketchup, and chili pepper 🤭, which wasn't visible because everyone had pickled onions on top. My son was chewing and complaining, 'What mustard, this is awful!' We calmly replied, 'It adds to the flavor, don't be dramatic, there's just a drop!' My husband sat there and said, 'Well, these hot dogs are just okay, maybe you used not-so-good sausages.' It didn't click with me! When my son, washing it down with water for the umpteenth time, finished a whole hot dog and said he wouldn't have any more, I took a piece of the second one for myself 😆. From the first bite, it all made sense: my brilliant mother, the clueless dad, and the trusting son who thinks 'if mom says so, it must be right.' I asked, 'You didn't see the chili? I thought it was tomato!'