Jack is a picky eater. Today he was considering what to have for lunch. So the conversation went something like this.
Jack: What are we having for lunch, Mom?
Me: Well, the girls had leftover enchiladas and rice. You should have eaten when they ate.
Jack: I don't like the green sauce on those enchiladas.
Me: Well, Jack, you don't have to think that every single thing you eat is the most scrumptious meal ever. When I was a teen, I fixed my own lunches. We didn't always have great things to eat at our house. Sometimes it was PBJ or just plain mayo sandwiches.
Jack: Just mayo on bread?
Me: Yes, Jack. Sometimes I would make cheese toast in the oven.
Jack (looking surprised): You mean you guys had an oven back then?
Really? My grandmother had an oven. He obviously has no concept of the decades. We're studying the 1950's in history, the decade of TV dinners. Maybe he just can't piece together that I was not born in the 1800's.
Welcome to my family blog. I have been married to Mike for over half of my life. I love my Savior, Jesus. I am a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom to six terrific, interesting children. My 3 oldest were born to me in my younger years, while my 3 youngest were given to me by God in my older years. I am very blessed. ~Cheri