“Who wants a turkey sandwich!” Dad shouted with enthusiasm, trying to make lunch an ‘event’ this time around.
“I do!” the children shouted back excitedly.
“Who wants mayo? Pickles? Lettuce? Mustard? Tomato?” Dad fired off options in rapid order.
“All of it! Yeah! Woohoo!” the oldest child screamed, cheering. The youngest echoed his brother’s call.
“You guys got it,” Dad said assembling the sandwiches. “And they’re ready!” Dad put plates before the kids and lunch was on.
“Dad, I don’t want this,” the oldest said, looking over the plate. The youngest followed.
“You’re both difficult, you know that?” Dad said.