In celebration of his 13th birthday, I made my son a “sallomy” and cheese sandwich.
This was his request sent from his bedroom to mine via text message:
“Dear Mom, this is a perswaysive text. Please will you make me sallomy and cheese sandwiches instead of those yuky turkey and cheese sandwiches. It will lighten up my day gladly:) .
P.S. Please come over and tuck me in. Love your hungry lunchin son.”
In addition to a sallomy and cheese sandwich, we bought him a vintage 1968 Ludwig drum set. It reminds me of The Monkeys.
How many migraine prone Mamas would dare to buy their 13-year-old a drum set? We adore that boy.
Can you predict if this turns out to be a blessing or a blunder?