Peanut Butter and Jam
Now that I have children of my own that climb onto the counters to help themselves to items Denise and I would prefer remain hidden ...
I remember climbing up onto our counter to get the peanut butter to make myself a sandwich. This must have been either Phoenix or Kansas City. My generous portion of jam inspired my mother to proclaim that I had enough jam "for a whole army", and she made me put most of it back into the jar.
I protested that when I was older, I would use that much jam all the time on my sandwiches.
And I do.
Other memories about what I thought life would be like when I was "older":
- wishing for a motorcycle in the mall fountain
- being the "doctor" on my mission (smashed fingernails)
- the '67 Chevy Camaro that wasn't to be
- inspiration from my father
I remember climbing up onto our counter to get the peanut butter to make myself a sandwich. This must have been either Phoenix or Kansas City. My generous portion of jam inspired my mother to proclaim that I had enough jam "for a whole army", and she made me put most of it back into the jar.
I protested that when I was older, I would use that much jam all the time on my sandwiches.
And I do.
Other memories about what I thought life would be like when I was "older":
- wishing for a motorcycle in the mall fountain
- being the "doctor" on my mission (smashed fingernails)
- the '67 Chevy Camaro that wasn't to be
- inspiration from my father
posted by ronny at 21:33
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