I love when I’m reading a picture book and I start making text-to-self connections to something I did in 1986. Even Aliens Need Snacks reminded me that I used to create sloppy dinners. I would mix together everything on my plate—salad landed on top of spaghetti, mashed potatoes tasted better with creamed corn and ketchup, and broccoli found itself smashed between chunks of meat. These delicious dinners (at least to six-year-old Johnny Schu) would gross out my entire family.
Ummm...I bet many of you just made a mental note never to invite me to dinner. :)