Everyday my children ask for peanut-butter and honey sandwiches.
Their FAVORITE lunch.
The other day my son asked for the usual with olives.
I of course took this to mean, “olives on the side”. Ergo:
However, my son seemed to have some issues:
Me: “What’s up, Buddy?”
Cy: “MOM! I said peanut-butter-honey sandwich WITH olives”
Me: “But, that’s what I did”
Apparently that’s NOT what he had meant, and he proved it to me:
Yup, now that is a peanut-butter-honey-AND-olive sandwich.
And you know what?
He ate the entire thing… and asked for it again the next day.
I’m sure there’s a life lesson in this somewhere. Like, “If you know what you want, don’t let anyone talk you out of it”, or “Don’t be afraid to think outside the box, you might discover something delicious.” or “Go ahead and gross-out your mom.”
Whatever, I’m just glad he eats.