Margaret ate them today for lunch. And apart from a somewhat irritating disinclination to settle down and go to sleep already, she seems to be suffering no ill effects.
Anyway, she thought that peanut butter was the best thing she’d had since this morning’s farmer’s market blueberries, which do taste like sunshine. She picked up each quarter of the sandwich and took a bite, in case any of us were imagining that we might steal some.
And she thought that we should have more of them tonight for when daddy comes home because he would like them and eat them with us because they are yummy.
So, you know, if she doesn’t go to sleep and let me have a few moments of relaxation, that might happen.