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A few weeks ago I read on a friend's blog that her husband had never experienced "making tents/forts" as a child.
Never had he lined up the dining chairs and placed a blanket on top.
Never had he strung blankets up in the hallway, attached to door knobs with rubber bands.
Never.
Oh, the misfortune to grow up without blankets {pssst...you could have used sheets!}.
As shocking as it was to hear that news, I'm sure it was even more shocking for my friend to realize there was something about her husband she had never known.
A few days passed and then I had a similar experience.
Billy wasn't hungry for dinner so I said I would just make Raegen a PB&J sandwich.
And he responded,
"I never ate PB&J growing up."
Never?
NEVER?!
As in, never EVER?!
He never knew it existed until he went on a boyscout trip when he was 10...
the entree of the day?
Peanut Butter & Jelly!!
What a staple!
Even for the scouts. ;)
Wow, to imagine my husband grew up in a town that didn't sell peanut butter and jelly...
He is older than me. Maybe he grew up during the Great Depression?
So glad my boys will never have to suffer a childhood without PB&J.
I have such fond memories of that snack as a child and LOVED it when my mom cut my sandwich into small triangles.
Fun memories.
