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.
The Wonderful Wife: “Hey kids, what did you play when you were outside today?”
Little Miss Thing, age 4: “House.”
Danger Monkey, age 7: “Gravel.”
OK, I’m not totally sure what he meant, but I really love my family discussions.
Made lunch for me and the kids. From what we had on hand, I decided on ham and swiss on whole wheat, clementines, kettle chips and apple cider. I asked the kids what they wanted on their ham sandwiches.
Little Miss Thing went with plain. I chose mayo and brown mustard.
Danger Monkey wanted to try something “wacky,” so he dressed his with pepperoni and ketchup. Yep… ham, swiss cheese, pepperoni slices and ketchup.
And he loved it. Practically licked his plate.
The way he’s been eating lately, I suspect he’s going to grow an inch overnight.
Very Vocal Viking 