Allie Makes a Sandwich

On Saturday, while Brett was hanging the Christmas lights outside, Allie decided she was hungry and wanted a sandwich. Instead of coming to get me (I was making sure Brett didn't meet his Maker while on the ladder), she decided to make one on her own. I came inside to get something and there was Allie at the counter, table knife in hand, cutting breakfast sausage to put on her buttered bread. I was disgusted and proud at the same time: disgusted by the whole sausage and butter sandwich thing but proud because she collected the necessary ingredients herself, opened a new loaf of bread, cut the bread in half, and made the sandwich herself. Today I told her that I bought turkey for her lunch and she replied, "Yea, that's what I was looking for when I made my sandwich but the sausage looked way better." All this and yet, I still have to help her get dressed for school.