Yesterday I was making lunch for Monkey Boi (my not-a-step-son who is here for the summer) and Arabis. Grilled cheese sandwiches with fruit was the order of the day. I made Arabis' first so it had time to cool a bit, carefully trimmed the crusts and cut it into four pieces. No problem.
Next comes the sandwich for Monkey Boi, which I grilled to a lovely tan color and set proudly on the table, retreating back into the kitchen area to make my own.
From the table I hear his tentative voice, "Um...do you know there is no cheese in this sandwich?"
That's right, folks. I forgot to put the cheese in his grilled cheese sandwich.
He was very good-natured about it and ate the toasted bread while I made him a new sandwich, and I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
I think I need a vacation. Calgon couldn't even begin to take me far enough away!
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