Quilt3311, that is the way I raised my kids. I always did all my running around on Friday, grocery shopping, whatever was needed at the mall, etc. By Friday suppertime I was in no mood to cook, so I made it fend for yourself night. One Friday the then 9-year old asked if he could cook supper for the family, and I happily accepted. He announced we would be having grilled-cheese sandwiches. So when my husband walked in the door from work I whispered to him to just enjoy supper and don't complain. Well, they were the best sandwiches we ever had. From that time on they all wanted a turn at dinner. My middle son made pizza from scratch (he worked in a pizza shop on weekends), my daughter always made salads, and my oldest son made spaghetti. When the boys were all bachelors they ate very well. The youngest one is single with his own home and does very well cooking for himself. It is very gratifying to see what we did raising them was the right thing.