I stopped then and there, and took a couple minutes to digest that information. We have always done Jonanthon's lunches...Making it himself was totally foreign to me...Especially PB&J!
In fact, it was not that long before that that we had all broke out in gasps of horror when we realized that poor Jonathon had to make his own lunch that morning with an already cooked tortilla and leftover stir fry from the other night.
Well, being as conniving and full of scathingly brilliant ideas as the seven of us girls are, we planned a surprise lunch for Jonathon to demonstrate a token of our appreciation of him. In his lunch was written a note, along with a bag of apples, a handful of peanuts and a PB&J sandwich, made with the deepest love!
We all felt a little guilty at first, him being used to the usual (salmon burgers, Italian tortillas and the like) But we concluded that it would not kill him for one day.
So went the meal that he received that day....I even made sure that I included a smiley face on the sandwich :) And, a slip of paper attached to the sandwhich said as follows, "Don't panic! There is a brownie in the top pocket of your backpack..Love your doting sisters."
This meal was then followed the next day, to make up for our utter cruelty, a meal of spinach quiche and cinnamon rolls!
So my readers, that is the story of how the PB&J came to be.