PB & Mayo Mustard Turkey

So today I was feeling a little tired and didn't feel like cooking dinner...It's a Monday! I asked Dyl what kind of sandwich he wanted ('cuz he's happy with sandwiches). He said, "I think I'll have a potato sandwich--No, wait--What are those red things called?" When I told him tomatoes he decided that's what he'd have. By the time we arrived home Dyl had changed his mind, only he couldn't decide if he wanted turkey or peanut butter. I made myself a turkey sandwich as Dyl insisted he was going to make his own. It started out with peanut butter and then he reached over for the turkey. I told him that whatever he made he was going to eat 'cuz there wasn't any bread left. "I know, Mom...It's good!" After the turkey came the mayo and mustard and a slice of bread on top. Dylan proudly put some chips on his plate and carried it over to the table. After the blessing Dyl started chomping away. After the first bite I thought for sure Dyl was going to say how gross it was...But he loved it and finished the whole thing! Scrumptious!