This morning, as I finished making #2’s lunch, she trotted over and looked in her lunch box. Thinking she wanted something other than I had made for lunch, I asked: “What were you looking for?”
“Nothing,” she replied. Then, a moment later, she asked: “Why don’t you write notes on my sandwiches anymore?”
Clearly she had noticed the writing on her sandwich bag. I explained that whenever I make lunches I write on the sandwich bags. She looked at me and said: “I like it when you write me notes. It makes me happy.”
Note to self, always write on sandwich bags.
Background note here: For a number of years now I have had a habit of writing silly little notes on sandwich bags. I sometimes draw a pictures, but I am artistically inept, so my pictures usually are deformed stick figures with little speech balloons. When I’m really fancy, I draw a sun in the corner and a flower on the ground. I am not original in this nor am I particularly talented at it. David Laferriere is talented. ↩