We've had a busy day. By noon we'd been to three kids activities. By dinner time all I wanted to do was fill bellies. None of the fancy cooking I've been up to lately. So, needless to say, I went for the overly simple. Overly.
Peanut butter sandwiches and fruit. It doesn't get any more basic than that. And - I truly deserve bonus points for knocking out most of the basic food groups in less than 5 minutes. (Milk to drink covers grains, protein, fruit and dairy!)
Little man skipped the bread in his sandwich and instead opted for more "dis" which was PB. In a cup.
And, seriously, I gave it to him. Peanut Butter for dinner.
The kid totally refused a spoon. Who eats peanut butter with a fork? My Little Man. A fork. Didn't matter what I said. He had a blast.
30 minutes later he was covered. Face. Hands. Shirt. Pants. Socks. Hair.
Big fat happy mess.
What could be better when you are two?