I was about to start writing a new (and overdue) bunch of posts just now, but Alex came in from playing outside and said "Mom, I'm hungry, do we have any bread?"
"Yes...." I said.
"Good, then can you make me that lettuce and strawberry jam sandwich?" He curled, grub-like, on the chair in the living room.
(It's something he invented yesterday but we only had soft tortillas so it was a lettuce and jam wrap instead.)
"You want that AGAIN?"
"Yes! Cuz' I haven't had it as a SANDWICH yet." He studied his knee for a moment. "Cuz' I know we don't have any meatlope."