An Alaskan Stone Age Family

 The other night I made moose stew. The rule at our house is that the cook doesn’t do the dishes. This means my husband is the dishwasher, mostly. After the meal we all were full and sleepy, and I moved to the couch with a book. “Where are you going?” He said. “I cooked dinner,” I  told him. (He knows what that means.) He thought a minute and said, “But I killed it.” I swear we are getting more like Fred and Wilma everyday.