Thursday, September 3, 2009


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.
Bread. Yum!

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.

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