* Jelly Bread *

When I was a little girl, my Grandpa Cricket would pick me up from school and take me to the little tavern where he played dominoes.  My Grandma also helped out at the tavern to make some extra money.  So it was a fun time for me.  Get out of school, get to see my Grandpa and my Grandma and drink an ice cold Coke from those cute little bottles.  The couple that owned the tavern (The Rengers) just loved having me around.  When my Grandpa would bring me in from school I would be STARVING (or that's how the story was told for years after).  They didn't have much for a young child to eat, so Mrs. Renger would fix me a jelly sandwich.  Basically it was a PB&J sandwich without the Peanut Butter.  I would eat like 3 of them in a matter of a few minutes (or that is how the story goes).  Until the day Mr. and Mrs. Renger passed away, they called me Jelly Bread.  Not 'Jessica' or 'that Chaloupka girl'.  No....I was 'Jelly Bread'.

So today, Vanessa picked Wesley up from school early (he missed his afternoon snack).  He came home, ran through the door and asked her politely for something to eat.  The next thing I know, he's sitting at the table across from me, devouring a PB&J sandwich.  It was the cutest thing ever...and in that moment where I saw him devour his PB&J sandwich in less than a minute, I thought back to my 'Jelly Bread' days.