Chuck was wound up last night. I was studying in the bathtub, ignoring the fact that he was up past bedtime. He concerned about his lunch box not making it home. This conversation seemed to go round and round. The end result is him going downstairs to make his lunch for tomorrow. He comes back eating a sandwich. I inquire about the contents. It is a cool whip sandwich" says my son. "Ahhh. Right. Go put a banana on it" is all I could say. Which he promptly did. A cool whip sandwich!? Really!?
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