To remember when I'm old

The other day Brooklyn's dinner prayer went something like this: "Thank you we can eat good food and not rotten food or dirt or rocks or wood chips." Yes, thank goodness.

On the subject of good food...when our family has sandwiches for lunch the whole scene is so strange. Mackenzie likes bread, cheese, mayo and mustard with turkey on the side and several extra slices of cheese. OK. Brooklyn requests bread ketchup, mustard, and lettuce. Gross, right? She does not like cheese. Or lunch meat. Robert's sandwich starts out normal, but then... ketchup is his condiment of choice. Not normal.  And then FREAKS OUT about the fact that there is mustard anywhere in the kitchen and is ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED that anyone in our family is eating mayonaisse. Chaos.