A Meal Fit for a Queen

The kids have decided that they are big, so they should cook for me.

Not that nutritious gruel that I cook for them, but good stuff like french fries and ice cream and donuts and candy canes.

As I jotted their proposed menu on an envelope, Agent 002 asked if he could use the list when he drives to the store to buy food to cook for me. Because, you know, he is big enough to drive to the store, buy groceries, and cook a meal, but hasn't quite gotten down that writing words thing.