Toasted PB & J

Last night as my son made me a toasted PB&J I was reminded of a funny story. When I was a little girl and I had the tummy flu my mom was always very strict on what I could have. After throwing up she made me re introduce foods to my diet. I had to start out with ice chips. Mom would make ice chips by putting ice cubes in a zip lock baggie and hit them with a hammer. She would bring them to my bed side  in a  bowl with a spoon and tell me to only have one at a time. If was able to keep the ice chips down I would be able to have a piece of toast…plain. If after a few hours later I was able to keep the toast down, I was allowed to have saltines. The most anticipated introduction was toast with peanut butter and a sprite.

As an adult I wish I could say that still did the ice chips. I don’t I jump straight to saltines or peanut butter toast. What can I say my mom is busy living it up on the beaches of Hawaii so I tend to be a bit rebellious

Oh ya, I have a funny story.

So there was a time when Daniel was five and I had a bad case of the tummy flu. I asked him to go downstairs and make me a piece of toast with peanut butter on it. Now this was not his first time in making toast so I was confident that he was going to be able to make the toast and spread the peanut butter on with no problem. I am also confident that he will be able to support and take care of me if needed when I get old.

This particular day it was taking my son a little longer than usual to make me toast. I understand that his little five year old hands did things slower than my puffy hands so I wasn’t too concerned. About 10 minuets later he returned to to my room with his blue eyes beaming and a sweet smile covering his face. He handed me my toast that was smother in peanut butter and said, ” here you go momma.” As I took a bite the warm peanut butter combined with the crunch of my toast was just what the doctor ordered.

My son’s sweet smile turned into a mischievous smile and he asked. ” Is it good?”

“It is delicious,” I responded, ” Thank you.”

He began to laugh and through his laughter he said. ” That’s good, because I dropped it on the floor.”

~ Have a happy mouth!