On climate and food...
FACT #1: Thunderstorms scare the crap out of kids, no matter how much they insist they "like them".
RESEARCH DATA: At the tail end of a recent 7am earth-shattering, unbelievably loud and crackling thunder storm, I decided to check up on Step-Son to see how he was faring. What I found was so cute, I just had to snap a picture (without his knowledge). My flash coincided with the paparazzi-like lightning happening outside the window, so he never suspected my presence. The lump under the bunched-up comforter at the head of the bed is Step-Son. That is indeed a brave foot sticking out. Here... see for yourself:
Later that morning, when I brought up the subject of the storm, I received the following nonchalent reply: "Oh, that? Storms don't bother me. I just sleep through them."
As you can see, the hamburger buns were very artfully smeared with Nutella both on the insides as well as on top. They were eaten as-is... as a sandwich... and not taken apart Oreo-style. (Step-Son asked me repeatedly why the hell I was taking a picture of his lunch, and was I done yet?... because he was ready to eat now.)
I, on the other hand, had a boring turkey breast sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes. I have no imagination.
RESEARCH DATA: At the tail end of a recent 7am earth-shattering, unbelievably loud and crackling thunder storm, I decided to check up on Step-Son to see how he was faring. What I found was so cute, I just had to snap a picture (without his knowledge). My flash coincided with the paparazzi-like lightning happening outside the window, so he never suspected my presence. The lump under the bunched-up comforter at the head of the bed is Step-Son. That is indeed a brave foot sticking out. Here... see for yourself:
Later that morning, when I brought up the subject of the storm, I received the following nonchalent reply: "Oh, that? Storms don't bother me. I just sleep through them."
Sure sweetie. Whatever you say. (Please don't be mad at me for publishing your cuteness for the world to see).
FACT #2: Kids, when left to their own devices, will come up with the grossest-looking yet yummy sandwiches.
RESEARCH DATA: When I asked Step-Son what he wanted for lunch, he very proudly said he'd take care of his own lunch today. Fine by me, I replied, fully intending to help. What would you like for me to take out for you? Nothing, he said. He knows where everything is. So I went downstairs to the office to check my email. When I returned, I found this:
As you can see, the hamburger buns were very artfully smeared with Nutella both on the insides as well as on top. They were eaten as-is... as a sandwich... and not taken apart Oreo-style. (Step-Son asked me repeatedly why the hell I was taking a picture of his lunch, and was I done yet?... because he was ready to eat now.)
I, on the other hand, had a boring turkey breast sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes. I have no imagination.
posted by Berry at 9:51 PM
5 Comments:
what were you thinking!
passing up hamburger bun nutella goodness!!!
some days...it's like I don't even know you.
I love me some nutella. My friend from Germany got me hooked.
It sounds like you are having a good time with your step-son. :))
oh you have taste, you just realize that nutella and turkey don't mix so well.
Berry, please check out what my dad recently came up with when left to fend for himself...
And my ex-boyfriend used to make pudding sandwiches when left to his own devices.
That kid's never going to outgrow it. Not that he should.
RRGGHHH!!!! Why does Blogger have to make my links such a mess??? Sorry!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lodigs/156545473/
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