Ever have trouble identifying something out of context? It's like when you see your barber at Target
The kids' menu always is a gamble.
My 3-year-old and I returned home one day hungry with sandwiches in tow. We got out plates and set up a little picnic on the floor. I set her plate down and licked a smudge of peanut butter off the side of my hand.
"Wait a second. That's not peanut butter," I said.
It was sold as peanut butter, but I couldn't quite place the flavor. So, when I returned to the kitchen, I took another taste, dipping my finger in the goop on the sandwich wrapper before crumpling it up.
"No, definitely not peanut butter," I said, shaking my head.
Ever have trouble identifying something out of context? It's like when you see your barber at Target. It takes a few beats to figure out how you know this person.
Once while playing tennis with a friend in high school, I took a drink of his water. But it wasn't water. It, for some reason, was ginger ale. Confused, I spit it out and jokingly told him I could no longer be friends with someone who drinks warm ginger ale in the middle of summer.
So, it took me a second to realize I wasn't tasting peanut butter.
"I think they made you a spicy brown mustard and jelly sandwich," I called to my daughter. I thought back to being at the sandwich shop and noticing our sandwich artist looked a little confused when puling out a small, clear container of "peanut butter." Not sure why I noticed it, but now it made sense.
My wife returned as I was making a new sandwich, and she asked why I just didn't make it in the first place. You see, we produce roughly half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches consumed in the U.S., so this was not a tall order. And I agreed with her. I blamed my lack of judgment on my unwavering quest to get a meatball sub for lunch.
You never know what you're going to get when you go out to eat. This is especially true for kids.
Kids' menus can be tricky. Sometimes the menu is great, but often it is a collection of overpriced food ready for the microwave. And it's hard to convince my kids when we're at the fish restaurant maybe the hamburger won't be as great as, say, the fish.
We've ordered kids meals that were way too big and way too small; and some downright disgusting. Often we just order one thing off the regular menu and two plates.
When I put down a fresh sandwich in front of my daughter, she looked at me strangely.
"Didn't you hear me?" I said. "They put mustard on your sandwich, not peanut butter."
She shrugged and took one more bite.
"It's not too bad," she said.
David Manley is an editor at The Canton Repository.
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