It's ALWAYS the bread......

Did I tell you that my toddler loves bread?

It was a peaceful Sunday morning. Little dude was busy toddling around after his usual cuppa, and the husband and I were busying ourselves in the kitchen fixing breakfast and dealing with odds and ends.

It felt like a good morning and I was feeling relaxed and happy. Then I opened the bag of fresh bread to make toast.

Little did I know that little dude had loitered to the kitchen gate which kept him out, and he saw just what I did.

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" He ordered. And he looked as serious as a serious 20-month old could look.

That's an indication that the toast has to come out really fast. Like instantaneously. I started slapping the butter furiously on the bread.

Just then, the husband chooses the most opportune moment to consult me about the odds and ends.

"Where should this be kept?..." went the husband.

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

Little dude had started to chant. LOUDLY. CONTINUOUSLY.

I gestured to the husband with my toes, my hands never leaving the sacred bread, fervently trying to finish slapping the butter all over four slices before dumping them into the toaster. But butter can be hard to spread you know? When you've just taken it out of the fridge?

 "Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!"

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

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"What about this?..." continued the husband.

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

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Sometimes, I am bowed over by my husband's ability to shut off ambient noise.

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!"

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

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"You know, this would be better if it's kept here..." the husband continued.

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!"

"Mamaa!!! BER-WEDD!!!" 

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Just as I was feeling like Dr Bruce Banner in The Hulk, my fairy godmother went

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"DING!"

Toast is done! Time for breakfast.