I don't like sandwhiches. My taste buds have evolved, but we're not quite there yet.
Since weird prego cravings are years away, why I'm craving subway everyday is a mystery.
So Zane decided he would make a sandwhich that could fit my toddler taste buds.
And because he knows me so well, he didn't let me watch him make it. As long as I don't know mayos there, it can't hurt me.
I ate one whole half.
Similar to how my relationship with tacos and Chinese food began, so I have high hopes.