One bitterly cold day in December, was it 1980?...no must have been 1981...no, 1980, 1980.
My dad still tells the story of the day Renee and I packed his lunch for him when we were little. I cannot tell the story with the same flair and embellishment that Dad would use, but the short version is that we packed him 2 peanut butter sandwiches that were pretty much bread with a tiny smear of PB in the middle. He thinks they were the best and the worst sandwiches ever.
Last Sunday night, after I had packed the backpacks and lunchboxes for the next day, Nathan said, "Mom, what do you want for lunch? I'll pack it for you." I left what to put in it up to him, so he fixed me a PB sandwich (with an appropriate amount of PB in one big glob in the middle of the bread), a bag of chips, and some applesauce. He packed it for me in an Incredible Hulk lunch box complete with an ice pack and a little note. It was definitely my best sandwich ever.
So sweet. On our 10th anniversay Aaron and I went to lunch by ourselves. But at dinner time the boys fixed us hot dogs and brought them into the living room and wished us a happy anniversary. I was still full from lunch, but I ate them anyway and let me just say they were the best hot dogs I've ever had!!
ReplyDeleteI just had to brag on how sweet my kids are too. A while back the kids watched an episode of "The Berenstain Bears" where Brother and Sister made a Mothers Day breakfest in bed for Mama Bear. The next Saturday they made me stay in bed while they made me breakfest-By theirselves! I ate a peice of cheese, some marshmallows, and a leftover roll. Say what you want but they are creative!
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