After discussing many options for lunch today, Gavin and Lexi both settled on a peanut butter and honey sandwich. Gavin pulled out the peanut butter and Lexi grabbed the honey from the pantry. I sent them outside to play while I fixed plates for each of them. Then, feeling like a good little mommy, I delivered their lunches for a picnic under the back yard tree.
But they both revolted.
"I wanted mac and cheese!" Lexi cried.
Gavin yelled, "You didn't make me a Nutella sandwich, Mom!!!"
I'm not usually a short-order cook (my mealtime mantra is "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit"), but today I went back inside and made what the Littles wanted. They were thrilled.
But I'm stuck with the pb&h, crust and all.