Optimism

There is nothing like a 3 year old for optimism. Yesterday afternoon Didi was hungry, so I offered her a cheese stick for a snack.

The Z-monster (perpetually hungry) came running. "Cheese stick?!?!?" He inquired eagerly.

"Yes, cheese sticks." I replied, "Would you like one too?"

He paused to think about it for a moment, and I could see the cogs turning as he replied, "No, not cheese sticks. I want ice cream sticks!!!!!"

A Sandwich By Any Other Name

My kids are not sandwich people. They will eat the occasional PB&J, and they seem to like grilled cheese, usually. Your typical meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayo and mustard sandwich, though. Not for a million bucks.

Hamburgers, of course, fall outside the category of sandwiches. Hamburgers are always gooooooood.

I went to an art show with some friends this morning, taking Baby, but leaving Sven in charge of the others. On the way home, I kept thinking, "I hope Sven fed the kids. Hmmm, I wonder what he would think to feed them." I shouldn't have doubted.

When I asked Sven what they had for lunch, he said, "Hamburgers!"

At this point, I was slightly boggled, since we are 100%, completely out of ground meat, and Sven was car-less.

"Yep," Sven continued, "Z-monster insisted he wanted a hamburger for lunch, so we got out sandwich rolls, and put ketchup, mustard, and mayo on them. Then we added pickles and onions. I washed up some lettuce and tomato, and added those. The Z-monster and Didi both wanted cheese on their hamburger, so I gave them a slice each. Then we closed them up, and the kids had their hamburgers."

It's all in what you call the food.