Damn Lucky

It's fall.  It arrived at 4:18 p.m. yesterday.  Ernie called me at work to alert me.  Damn I like that boy.

Speaking of boys.....the other day I sent Owen off to school with a lunchbox of peanut butter, celery sticks and his favorite pita bread.  He likes to dip his celery in the peanut butter and he can INHALE pita bread.  The next morning when it was time to make lunch we found his lunch untouched in his bag.  Upon questioning it appears that he couldn't eat it because some of his 'friends' made fun of it.  We asked what they ate.....applesauce, Kit-Kats and candy we were told.

Sigh.

We talked.....and then we told him we'd give him peanut butter and jelly that day.  He begged for the crusts to be left on.  Huh?  I usually cut the crusts off (something I didn't think I'd ever do) because otherwise only one bite from the middle gets eaten.  I guess somebody must have made fun of his crustless sandwiches.

Sigh.

It's strange going from one boy whose response to peer pressure is a steely stare and I DON'T CARE....to another who would go hungry because someone thought pita bread was weird.  Geesh.

In other boy news.....  We go over the plans for Leo's birthday party about ten times a day.  Ernie and I aren't sure we can handle a Leo who is happy all the time.    It's somewhat exhausting strangely enough.  Wonderful but exhausting. 

Damn but I love those sweet peas.....pita bread or parties or whatever.....I'm so damn lucky.