I could practically live of strawberries this time of year. In pies, in jam, ice cream, raw, in booze. Just get it in my mouth!
Snacktime! Pull up your carpet square for a cookie and some milk while Mrs. Jackson reads us a story. Then we get to take a nap and then recess! Will it ever get better than kindergarten? I need more coloring books in my life.
Making someone a sandwich, even as humble and simple as a good ol' pb&j is a real act of love. Just think of all the sandwiches you've eaten; aren't those made by someone especially for you a million times tastier than the ones you've made for yourself?