"OK Mr. the-bread's-gotta-match"
Donna from Michigan
When my children were in elementary school almost 20 years ago, we had the opportunity to teach them about giving back to those less fortunate than we were. Through his office, my husband became involved with one of the Salvation Army's food programs. At the time, children in our metropolitan area received 2 sandwiches in their meal package. My kids were shocked to learn that 2 sandwiches, a juice box and a piece of fruit were all some children had to eat for the entire day. Then they were sad to know that they received two of the same kind of sandwich. "What if they don't like that kind?" they asked. Teaming up with others in his office, we started making 100 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches each quarter for this program. We had quite the production line. My son removed the bread from its package, I put the PB&J on the bread, my daughter "made" the sandwich and cut them in half and my husband put them in a ziploc bag. One day, while trying to speed up production, my son grabbed several slices of bread and laid them out on the table. When the sandwiches reached my husband he didn't like that they were not cut evenly. He asked my son to only take 2 slices of bread at a time from the bag and open them like a book so that when put back together the bread would match and the sandwich would look better. Looking at his Dad a little cross-eyed my son said, "OK, Mr.-the-bread's-gotta-match" and to this day that is code in our family for someone asking for something that the other person thinks is a little too picky!