My loving husband will make breakfast in the morning, sometimes.
When he makes this said breakfast, it's pretty much buffet style.
Except on one plate. *sigh*
He'll make 6 eggs, 3 pieces of toast, and it's basically a free-for-all.
Now, I'm usually in the shower for this. By the time I get out, it's a 'Oh, honey, breakfast is getting cold!'
On this one particular morning, I came downstairs, and saw the plate sitting there.
The boys (including the grown one) had already had their pick of the eggs and toast.
(I honestly don't know why he doesn't use separate plates, think it might be a lack of coffee that clouds the judgement..)
I take the rest to the computer desk, and eye my scrumptious breakfast.
It's still hot, thank goodness, or it'd be really gross. I go to pick up a piece of toast, and that's when I notice it.
All the pieces (3 half pieces) have little bites taken out of them. Apparently, Cole couldn't decide which one he liked best.
Not even two seconds after I notice the little gremlin bites out of the toast, the culprit comes running up to me.
'Toast! Toast!' my gremlin screams. Making his final decision, runs off to see what's new with the Mickey Mouse Club House.
*Sigh* I'm so used to the pure craziness in my house, I just continued to eat my second hand breakfast.
Sunday, August 31, 2008