Growing up there came a night every couple weeks where we opened up the fridge and pulled out all the leftovers.
Whatever happened to be there was dinner.
We called it "clean out the fridge night".
We have carried on the tradition nicely with my children.
Only they call it "scrounge night".
I don't really like the new title but I'm pretty sure it was my husband that deemed it so when the kids were just little.
It must of had something to do with me being gone during the dinner hour and that he and the kids could scrounge something up.
When we announced last night that it was offically "scrounge night", Cooper shouted with glee and gave a fist pump.
He said that "scrounge night" is his favorite meal.
If he were always this easy to please!
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