It was a half sandwich on whole wheat bread from Costco. She cut the bread in two uneven halves with a butter knife. It had mayo to the edges just like I like--thin, but covering a lot of surface area--and mustard in the same way on the other side. No cheese. I'm not really sure why not, but it didn't matter. I just don't think it seemed like a cheese kind of day to her.
Nestled between those two pieces of bread was one gently folded piece of turkey. Last week I cautioned her against using half a pound on one sandwich for herself--we've now gone to the other extreme.
I can't get over how sweet it was that my eight-slash-almost-nine year old made my lunch for me today because I was running late and mid-french braid in the bathroom. What a sweetie pie. I had a little misty-eye going when I ate it.
Sigh.
That is really sweet. I remember when I was teaching my 10 year old niece how to make a plain salami sandwich. I couldn't believe that she didn't know how to make a sandwich. So glad you teach your kids well :-)
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