I’m not afraid to say it…

I’m the best mom in the world.

Forget animal pancakes, I just cut the cheese in the shape of my child’s initial!


Seriously, though, isn’t that brilliant? I don’t know why I’ve never thought of that before. (Although my Granny used to cut out my name in block letters from the peel of Christmas oranges. It was my favourite thing!) I just wish I could see Madeline’s expression when she finds her “M” sandwich tomorrow.

Posted in Kids, Memories, Random | 7 Comments

7 Responses to I’m not afraid to say it…

  1. Jobina says:

    Where’d you get the cute sandwich container?

  2. Toni says:

    Mmmmmmmm. Cheese sandwich.

  3. DubblD says:

    Will there not be another piece of bread on top of it? Will not this slight detail prevent her from seeing said initial in it’s intended form? Will she not then be required to see it in a far more altered state, in a far more cold & clinical place, at a later time than originally intended?

  4. Dixie says:

    Nope. It’s an open-faced sandwich, Mr. Semantics.


  5. Nicole says:

    Sheer and utter awesome-ness 🙂

  6. Dixie says:

    Jobina, it’s a Tupperware one.

    Oh, and after all of that, Madeline apparently doesn’t like this kind of cheese (she’s used to marble), and it was all in pieces when she opened it.

    Oh well… still a good idea, I guess.

  7. Randall says:

    Lauralea got a press that makes the sandwiches look like dinosaurs so now I’m the cool pastor at the ministerial lunch meetings.

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