I was making Addie's (7) lunch this morning and asked her if she wanted a different sandwich. Last year it was chicken salad. This year it's "Salvation Salve" (my mom used to make it, it's just butter, peanut butter and honey mixed up together.) She said "No, salvation salve please." I asked her why she didn't want something different, or school lunch or whatever.
Her answer: "Because at lunch when I eat my sandwich, it feels like you are hugging me."
I don't deserve that kid. I really don't.