For the first day of school, I lovingly crafted each boys' sandwich into the shape of an X Wing Fighter, thanks to those cool sandwich cutters from Pottery Barn (and my sweet friend Danielle who had an extra set and passed them off to me.) I thought it was cool and the boys would love it.
The next day, I was pulling the sandwich stuff out of the fridge and saw Aidan watching me intently.
"Mom?" He asked hesitantly. "Could you just make me a plain sandwich? No star wars stuff? Just a sandwich?"
I was floored.
"What?" I asked, surprised. "No X-Wing fighter Ham surprise? No Millennium Falcon roast beef with cheese?"
Aidan shook his head. "No. Just a plain sandwich. Nothing else."
"Oh." I tried to hide my disappointment and a tinge of sadness that my baby is too cool for all that kids' stuff.
Aidan walked away and Brennan came up to me to hug me. Brennan tugged my shirt and whispered, "I'd like an X Wing fighter sandwich Momma."
Whew. I still have a boy to baby a bit. My fourth grader is all grown up, and too cool for school. I have a feeling this is only the beginning.
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