Growing up, my mom made lunches for my brother and I every day to take to school. Such is the life of parenting two very picky eaters.
There was nothing about the school lunch that really appealed to us although I admit the French bread pizza was an exception.
You would think that my brother and I would be picky in the same way to make it easier on my mom but that was not the case.
It never is I am learning with two kids of my own.
My brother liked a ham sandwich with butter on it. I liked turkey with absolutely nothing on it.
Some days, I would get a peanut butter sandwich.
Hold that jelly because there was no way I was eating that.
But you could take the jelly and make a sandwich for my brother because he loved those. Only do not put peanut butter on his because…
Well you know. He was not going to eat that.
So shout out to the moms that know peanut butter doesn’t always go with jelly and try to figure out their kids.
We got very lucky with ours.
Our mom rocks!!!! Day 11 of NaBloPoMo. Thank you so much for reading!!!!