We sat down to dinner last night- homemade mac 'n' cheese with bacon for you and Daddy, cucumber sticks with ranch, and a BLT for Mama.
As we began eating, your face crumpled up into a scowl, as you looked from plate to plate.
Bread? You asked.
So I gave you a piece of dry wheat bread.
And, you devoured it right up.
You know, your great-Grandpa R. was a bread eater. That guy, he ate bread with every meal.
Even with pizza, tacos ... I think even with sandwiches.
So thanks for the memory last night.
It was sweet.