Yawning, I swung into the kitchen to see what travesty was currently taking place.
By the counter, my husband was guiltily holding a pink plastic knife, covered in peanut butter.
"Daddy! You s'pposed to use the pink one for the jewwy! The JEWWY!" In bitter disappointment and righteous indignation, she flew out of the room.
I looked at the offending sandwich and sighed. Dan chuckled in bewilderment.
"Yeah, the pink knife is for the jelly, and the blue one is for the peanut butter. And then the crust is cut off, the sandwich is cut in half, and served on a plate." Then I went off to remonstrate with the mini diva.
Can't help but compare the humble pb&j to blogging. It can be tough to find the perfect balance of sweetness and protein, substance and fun. I'm working on it though.
Meanwhile, try to refrain from having tantrums in the other room, and I'll figure out which knife to use.
"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom..." Psalm 111:10