Irritation sets in when my very able bodied 13-year-old balks at grabbing a sandwich for me to take with my medication.
“You know, Christopher, there are so few days anymore when I am bedridden all day. I make most of your meals most days…I really don’t think it is too much to ask you to occasionally make me a damn sandwich!”
To Christopher’s vast amusement and my dismay, I utterly failed to watch my cursing in front of 3-year-old Butterlump.
“I want a damn sandwich, too!”