You know...

...a couple weeks ago we decided to use some antique ball jars from my mom to put some grain into in the kitchen.  I didn't think we'd need to label the grain - I mean, you can look and see what's what, right?  So, tonight Cindi complains that the brown rice she has made up for me just is not getting done.  I take a peak and sure enough - watery.  And it looks weird.  So I stir some more, cover it up, and we wait a bit longer.  I try it again.  Nope.  Not done and not right either.  Weird.  Can rice go bad?  No.  I look over at the containers and a light dawns.  I ask Cindi if she fixed the "rice" from the large blue ball jar?  Yes, that's the one.  The one with the WHOLE WHEAT in it.  I showed her the one with the rice in it (it actually HAD a label) and we had a good laugh.  The stir fry was still good - even without the rice.  And I didn't even say ANYTHING to her about proving herself David's mother...