Went all out and made the boys peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner after I got home from work. Quinn loved his, and asked for a second.
Quinn: "Mom, is that Grandma Fran's jelly on my sandwich?"
Mom: "No, it's the blueberry jam I made last summer."
Quinn: "Well, it's so good, you must've used her recipe. It tastes just like hers."
He doesn't know that this is the highest compliment he could possibly give me. It literally brought tears to my eyes.
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