I Hep, Momma

I've been meaning to write this down for awhile, but keep forgetting, so I'm doing it now while I'm thinking of it. I can no longer eat my lunch at work without cracking a big grin when I take my sandwich out.
I almost always take my lunch to work, and many times it includes the classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Teagan now insists on "hepping" me make my sandwich each morning. This means she sits on my lap, arranges my bread so that the pieces are side by side and not stacked, and then rests her hand on mine as I scoop out the peanut butter and jelly. If I drop some jelly (which I do quite frequently since this is me we're talking about), she chimes in with that preschool sound of "Awwwww...", which translates to "You're in trouble!" In trouble with whom, I'm not completely sure. But once I clean up the jelly and we cut the sandwich in half, she'll say "I ont some". She'll then take one bite, and carefully place the two halves in the sandwich container to pack up in my lunch. So each day I pull out my sandwich and see that adorable little half-moon-shaped bite, I have to smile.