I put Me Too in charge of family dinner on Wednesday night. He decided that sub sandwiches would be a great dinner. He took me to the store (I drove) and he purchased a big loaf of italian bread, ham, provolone, green peppers, etc., (I paid).
At home he picked lettuce from the garden and added mayo, banana peppers, and pickles. As he made the sandwich he asked all kinds of weird questions about "what was he going to make the other sandwiches out of." He thought this whole sandwich was just for him! In reality, it fed the four of us almost two meals.
He was ridiculously proud. I think I heard him tell my husband or his brother "I made the whole thing myself" about 22 times.