As I made my sleepy way down the stairs this morning on my mission to somehow round myself up a cup of coffee, I was greeted by this sight.
"Whatcha doin' baby?"
"With mayonnaise and pickles?"
"Yes! It's a mayonnaise, pickles and polka dot cheese (Swiss) sandwich! It's my new favourite!"
A little put off by the sheer volume of mayonnaise and the thought of dill pickles for breakfast, I consider suggesting something a little more traditional, but the look on her face gives me pause. She is so proud of her new creation. I consider that my preconceived notions of what makes a tasty breakfast are essentially cultural and ultimately not important.
"Isn't it beautiful mom? It's going to be delicious!"
"Yes, honey, it's beautiful." And I mean it. These first steps towards independence are a beautiful thing.