Friday, June 20, 2008

Who's the Boss?

Monkey Man lives on cheese sandwiches, particularly at lunchtime. Unfortunately, because of his peanut allergy, I can't keep peanut butter stocked up in the pantry like we're waiting for the Apocalypse, so we rely heavily on cheese. And since cheese goes bad (Did you know that? Was that news to you?) I can only keep a limited amount in the fridge and have to run to the grocery store once every hour to buy more cheese.

During one lunchtime, Monkey Man asked for a cheese sandwich. I remembered there being at least one slice left, but shockingly, his dad ate it and left his cheese-aholic son suffering cold sweats while beginning withdrawal.

Mommy: (hesitating slightly, putting on her biggest, warmest Mommy grin, bracing herself for a cheese meltdown) "Uh, buddy, we don't have any cheese."

Monkey Man: “Go to Shop Rite.”

Yes, sir, at your command, sir. It's a good thing this kid has us whipped into shape.


Patti said...

I have a similar reaction to the discovery of no cheese in the fridge drawer. :)

youarekiddingme said...

Patti - such is mine when chocolate chip cookies are not present!