I can’t wait until my oldest daughter turns 50 and I can remind her all about how soooooo very badly she wanted to be a Subway sandwich artist when she was little.
(Don’t worry, she has a marine-life vet back-up plan.)
She turns seven today though, and we’re celebrating by having Subway for dinner, duh.
Happiest Birthday, Girlfriend! I love you to the furthest galaxy and back a bazillion times over.