Now, Flash FridayMarcus made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and placed it on the counter.

He said, “What about help?”

Our kitchen overlooks the family room where I sat with a friend.

“Help with what?”

“What about cut?”

“It’s a PB and J sandwich-I’m pretty sure you can cut that yourself.”

“What the hell?” he said.

I looked up with surprise. Marcus, like many 22-year-olds, is known to curse under his breath but doesn’t often blatantly in front of his mother.

“Well,” I said. “Now I’m sure you can cut it yourself.” I looked at my friend whose eyes had widened for our exchange.

House rule…If you can say what the hell, you can cut a sandwich.