This one is dedicated to all the moms out there!
After a week of extra kids, Tim being gone for two -12 hour days, and a movie night with the neighborhood crew, I decided that we were having leftovers from a sandwich platter for dinner last Saturday night. I pulled out the goods. It was all there -bread, lettuce, meat, onions, cheese, etc. I was exhausted. I started fixing a sandwich. MY sandwich.
Isaiah paused near me while playing with his brother and sister in their wonderful, carefree way and said, "Don't put onions on my sandwich, Mom!"
I took in a slow, calming breath and replied, "That won't be a problem since I'm not making your sandwich."
He responded with complete incredulity, "Well, who's sandwich are you making?"
You saw Terminator. Remember how we could see the world through his laser eye and all the information was being uploaded into the system to determine who gets, well, terminated? uh-huh. I whipped my head around, pinning Isaiah to the spot with my eyes, and I am almost positive that the words "Target Locked" flashed across the back of my retina. He slowly and sheepishly moved away.
I took MY sandwich, sat on the couch, and commenced to eat. Tim walked in from the bedroom and said, "Does any body else get to eat or just you?" You know what happened next, right?
Previous Target Deleted. New Target Data Uploaded. Target Locked.