You're right, we don't have any.

I was about to start writing a new (and overdue) bunch of posts just now, but Alex came in from playing outside and said "Mom, I'm hungry, do we have any bread?"

"Yes...." I said.

"Good, then can you make me that lettuce and strawberry jam sandwich?"  He curled, grub-like, on the chair in the living room.

(It's something he invented yesterday but we only had soft tortillas so it was a lettuce and jam wrap instead.)

"You want that AGAIN?" 

"Yes!  Cuz' I haven't had it as a SANDWICH yet."  He studied his knee for a moment.  "Cuz' I know we don't have any meatlope."