The Baconator

The lass was unyielding when she rendered her judgment this morning: “Dad, you cook better bacon than Mom.”

The Wife had little choice but to concur. She had attempted to cook up some bacon last night for BLT’s and the results weren’t quite the same as mine this morning for breakfast.

The boy was in absentia this morning due to him sleeping over at a friend’s house. Thus, he wasn’t able to cast a vote, denying me the unanimous decision.

This is an important distinction and could well be the pinnacle of my fathering career. I’m not quite sure where I go from here. I’d like to be able to pass on this sort of critical life-knowledge, but I fear it is the sort of thing that can only be won through experience and the many hours spent over a hot, grease-spitting cast-iron griddle.

Perhaps one day I will be able to guide the children in their quest to become baconators themselves. If nothing else, I’ll be in position to save many a piece of bacon from a horrible, over-cooked (or worse- undercooked!) fate.