We let the boy make his own dinner tonight. We felt, at age 7, he should start earning his keep and preparing his own food.

Moment later, he produced a sandwich comprised of peanut butter, peanuts, shredded cheddar cheese, and bright pink strawberry Quik dust.

Before we could even close our open-hanging jaws, he washed it all down with strawberry milk and thoroughly loved every bite. He really, really, sincerely loved it.

I truly don’t know what to say. To each his own, I guess.