sunday morning

at some point, after the usual coffee, mom's shows, procrastinating starting the day, Hap comes downstairs announcing 'its my turn to make breakfast.'
I say, 'ok, what's for breakfast?'
'samwiches.'
'what kind of sandwiches?'
'fruit samwiches'
what kind of fruit?'
'oh, any old kind, whatever.'
'we only have bananas and apples.'
'ok, apple sandwiches.'
'why don't you ask everyone what kind of sandwiches they want?'
'ok.'

he runs around the house, shouting out the question, shouting back the answers as he leaps downs the stairs, eyes wide with excitement at running the whole morning.

I tell him I already had peanut butter toast, I'm not hungry. that's ok. I get him the bread, wipe a clean spot in the sheetrock dust on the counter from last afternoon's work, get plates, a knife. Elsa has proclaimed unequivically 'peanut buttetr and jelly' and Hap tells me Dana wants grilled cheese.

'you want apples on your peanut butter and jelly, Elsa?'
'no thank you, Hap.'

I open the jars, Hap spreads the PBandJ, puts it together.

'should I cut it in half for you, Elsa?'
'SURE'
I cut.
'NO, NOT A TOP, ONLY ONE BREAD.'
'like this?' I remove the jelly side. 'it's all messy now'
'take off the jelly, I only want penutBUTter.'
'no, you asked for peanut butter and jelly, you can eat it like this or don't eat it. I don't care.'
'I want maynoaise like Hap.'
'Elsa, you can't have mayonaise on peanut butter and jelly.'
'I want mayonaise.'

I leave the room.