As I recall...

Actually, I was no where near the incident when it occurred, but... the story of the sandwich as it was related to me upon returning from my mission goes as follows:

It was not lunch or even dinner per se, but actually one of those casual "fix your own food" evenings that we often had once the kids were grown and Mom got sick of trying to please all of us. On this occasion, Mom decided to make herself a grilled cheese, but had absent-mindedly burnt her sandwich. As luck would have it, Kip happened to enter the kitchen as Mom was realizing she needed to start over.

As quick witted as she is, she decided to pawn it off on Kip, saying, "Oh, Kip! Here, I made you a grilled cheese."

To which he replied, "Yeah right." Because it was clearly burnt.

Some jokes followed, possibly even a sitting (that part of the story is kinda fuzzy to me, or even left out when it was related to me). It escalated to the point that it was not going to be dropped or thrown away - so Mom decided to zip-lock and hide it under Kips pillow. Which was followed by Kips reciprocating action of stuffing it in Moms printer. And the rest is history as has been told by the others.

Ps - oh and yes, mom did leave it in our trunk last. She was either really sneaky (because she did it in front of both me and Ang) or we were both blinded with stress as only moving to another state can do to you... Either way, nice pass off Mom!