Originally published at Thus Sayeth the Lord…. You can comment here or there.

My 6 year old son (Super-K) and 8 year old daughter (Junebug) are just beginning to learn how to cook. Nothing really big– Junebug often makes sandwiches for her three siblings for lunch, and macaroni and cheese for dinner. They both are fond of cracking eggs when I make pancakes, or bread, or whatever, and of course, they’re always “helpful” when it comes time to make cookies…

Yesterday, Super-K made the most…astounding sandwich. I’m not sure what goes into a 6 year-old boy’s taste buds to make this sort of creation…creatable. I considered calling in an exorcist to forcibly DEAL with whatever might have possessed him. Because…you don’t just come up with *this* sort of thing on your own. It gets spawned upon you.

• Two pieces of wheat bread
• Peanut butter (creamy)
• Grape jelly
• Ketchup
• Barbecue Sauce
• Lime juice

He ate it all. His post-consumption comments?

“The barbecue sauce made it too spicy.”

Yes. Yes, I can see how that would be the main problem…

I shouldn’t talk. When M and I were newly married I made this…concoction of spinach salad and augratin potato mix. I baked it in a casserole dish. It was foul.