I’ve been taking a poll, and it seems I may not have fully understood what I was supposed to fix for lunch this afternoon.
You see, since the little girl’s dad works from home, he gets her up from her nap, brings her down to me, and I hold her while he sets out lunch, then he goes back to work while I make lunch and feed her.
Today, he took out a package of seaweed, peanut butter, apples and bread. So I made sandwiches. *shrug* it made sense to me… But what on earth do I know about food? We both ate them and neither of us complained, so… It works.