Every night, Steve makes sandwiches for the boys and himself. In the morning, I assemble all the pieces and put them in a lunch box with an ice pack. Steve's sandwiches are so good, that Jonah has been known to sell the second half of his sandwich to a classmate. (Yes, those are artisanal pickles from the local farmers' market. God, I HATE being predictable.)
Apt. 11d 