Last week Sarah and Amanda kept telling Charlie that they wanted to make him breakfast in bed. He was a little worried about that prospect so asked them what they wanted to make him and then instructed them, just to be sure they were clear, on how to use the toaster. He also told them that they should wait until Saturday morning so it didn't disrupt our school morning routine and they could not bring it in before 8:45 a.m. Very spontaneous.
So yesterday morning, a little before 9 a.m., the girls came in with two plastic plates with toast on them. I wasn't really supposed to be included in the whole thing, but I guess since I sleep in the same bed as their dad they felt they had to bring it for me too. It could have been worse, they could have left me out of it completely.
Amanda handed me a plate with a piece of bread that they said had been toasted but wasn't at all that was covered with cherry jelly, my favorite. It had been cut in four pieces, but there were only three on the plate. I asked what happened to the other piece, thinking she would say that it fell on the floor or counter and she had to throw it away or that they had split the pieces between Charlie and me and so it was on his plate. Not so much. Her response? "I ate it." When I asked why she said, "Because I was hungry." Duh, mom. I guess you can only expect so much from a six-yr-old who always claims to be hungry.
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