“What are you doing?”
“Making a sammich, Poppy,” she still hadn’t got that word.
“What are you putting on it?”
My stomach turned at the list. The words of “You Put the Lime in the Coconut” came to mind. The words warn of odd mixes but I think I would prefer the lime in the coconut.
“Sweetheart, that’s an odd sandwich.”
“It’s everything I like so it must be good. I made it for you because I love you.”
I couldn’t refuse her smile. I tried to look delighted.
The song played in my mind, “Doctor, ain’t there nothing I can take to relieve this belly ache?”
This is the graphic from the Saturday Centus site.
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