Conversations with Zina

I was complaining during dinner several days ago about how much I hate eating my own cooking. I always have and probably always will. Others will rave while I'm gagging through a meal. I had no idea Zina was paying attention until lunch the day after. I got teary eyed from an article in the Ensign and she became immediately concerned. "Mommy, why are you crying? Is it because you had to cook it and eat it?"