My kids would live on peanut butter and jelly if I would let them. I swear, they would eat it every single day if they could.
The other day I was making one for Bradley’s lunch. He tells me, “Mom, I want the jelly on the bottom.”
“Okay,” I said, not thinking much of it.
When I gave it to him he opened it up to check. “Mom! The jelly is not on the bottom!”
Really? It doesn’t matter. It’s all smooshed and mixed together anyway (I didn’t say this to him, though). But whatever. I flipped the sandwich over. That fixed the problem and he was happy.
Way to easy!