Sandwich, Child, Potato, Potatoe

Today on my drive home from work, I had half of a curry chicken salad sandwich in one of those plastic containers rolling around my front seat. I was playing with my iPod like an irresponsible young adult and had to stop short at the stoplight. So what was my first instinct? To do the "mommy hold" on my sandwich. In my twisted mind, my sandwich is equivalent to that of a child in danger of being run into by a car. I've never done the "mommy hold" on anything in my life. You know what? That sandwich was the most precious thing in my car. Have you ever had a really good curry chicken salad? Priceless.

My sister, on the other hand, will do the "mommy hold" on me when she barely stops short. She's just one of those people whose destiny is to be a mom because she's got the protective instinct. I guess I kind of have the protective instinct. But only for delicious sandwiches. I think I'd do it for some kind of pasta dish too. Or pie. But only those three things!