Lookee what I got . . .

On my birthday, I was chatting with someone on the phone (my mum? I can't remember, because my sleuthing brain was switched on by the following conversation):

Daughter: (breathless from running upstairs to find me) How big was the rice cooker you wanted?

ME: (speaking into the phone: hang on, my girl needs something): Uh, it was this big (showing her by my arms).

Daughter: Oh, okay. The white one with flowers on it, right?

ME: Yes. Why?

Daughter: I don't know. I wanted to be sure I guess (trying to be vague)

I deduced that:

A) my hubby had just called and did not want to speak to me

B) it's my birthday . . .

C) she's questioning me about specs

D) she was nowhere to be found when I started searching for her

AND,

E) when I was up chatting a neighbour, I saw hubby with said daughter gushing with secretive happiness in the backseat . . .

I just knew. But I was not any less happy about the discovery.

Yum. Rice. Done in larger amounts. I always did it right on the cooker, but in two separate pans. Love the rice cooker immensely. Thanks, guys.