Monday I made him a sandwich for his lunchbox, and when he got home there was no sign of it inside. That's a bit strange -- usually no matter what I pack, there's evidence left behind: a crust, a few uneaten bites, etc. I thought that maybe he'd thrown it away or given it to someone else. But no, it turns out he liked it. A lot. (Seriously, that kid never eats crusts unless it's really nice bread dipped in olive oil. But that's another story.) So I made him another on Tuesday. And he asked for it specifically on Wednesday. Today? No. Today is pepperoni pizza in the cafeteria. The love for PB&J only goes so far.
Currently in Montana it’s a brisk -10°. That’s was today’s high. This
morning it was -25°. You have to adapt and improvise. We are happy to
report that we ...
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