Hold the pickles

Last night we had to rouse Georgie from her crib and camp out in the hall for about 45 minutes due to tornados in the area. I was admittedly a bit freaked, but luckily we didn't lose power or have any damage in the neighborhood (for once!). I was still worried about more storms when we put G back to bed, so I had all three of us sleep in my mom's bed. I told Georgie to get the middle and we would make a "Georgie sandwich," forgetting how literal she is at this age. And so she inevitably wanted a sandwich.