a chocolate bread compromise

New year. Same shit. But I've started scraping a spoonful of peanut butter onto every chocolate bread (a.k.a. Nutella sandwich) B. eats. And he knows something's different. I catch him examining each sandwich like he knows something's changed but he can't put his finger on it. And I just smile. And he eats it because he can't resist the Nutella that's covering the peanut butter. And because mommy is no longer bitching about making him chocolate bread for breakfast every day. And we're all just a little bit happier.