I took my kids to Subway for lunch today. I like that place because we can usually create something healthy. Usually. Today was the exception.
"Mama, I want to tell them what I want," my seven-year-old son said.
"Okay." I didn't think he'd come up with anything too outrageous.
"I'll take a six-inch Italian with bacon and American cheese, toasted," my big guy said to the worker behind the counter.
I made a face. "Bacon and American cheese?"
"Yeah. It'll be good!"
"What would you like on that?" the worker asked.
"Cucumbers, lettuce, and pickles."
"Pickles?" I asked. "Are you sure? That doesn't sound very appetizing."
The lady sitting at the table next to us laughed. "Yeah, my son ordered a ketchup, mustard, and salami sandwich. He thought it was great!"
I shook my head as I watched my son gobble his concoction. And the funny thing is, if I would have made that at home, he would have spit it out and thrown it in the garbage. Maybe.