Isla:  Mum, you ran OVER my Bugles!

(We have graduated from Mummy/Mumma to plain Mum when she’s pissed at me.)

Me: I’m sorry, does that really um, grind your gears?

Isla:  What?

Me: Never mind.

Sometime later…

Isla:  I’m still hungry.

Me:  I’ll fix you a plate.  You better eat what I give you.  (Ham, grapes that I thought were olives, and raspberries.)

Me, again:  Isla, c’mere and get your deconstructed sandwich.

Isla:  That’s not a sandwich.

Me: Hence the word ‘deconstructed’.

P.S.  She ate a lot today.  Most of it was healthy.  Don’t write letters.



I found this on the internet.  It’s true.  And appropriate for this post.










More about my sandwich artistry can be found here.




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