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. 

My toddler's love for "BER-WEDD!"

The husband narrated this. It happened while I was away, and I apparently missed some good entertainment.

It was after dinner, and the toddler was in his usual energetic, happy mode, toddling around. He climbs up the sofa, watches some commercial, climbs down, does a dance in the living room, then walks to the dining area.

Then, he spotted bread. It was sitting on a stool within his easy reach.

His eyes lit up in ecstasy, he walks towards the bread leaving a trail of drool behind, grabs the plastic bag containing the bread and started to walk around the flat in search of someone who could open the bag for him.

He toddles towards his father.

"Baaah-baah, BER-WEDD!!!" He exclaimed with urgency. His papa waves him away saying that he has just eaten his dinner, and couldn't possibly eat anymore.

Undaunted, he toddled to his grand-papa.

"BER-WEDD!!!" Little dude exclaimed in earnest, but grand-papa agreed with papa, and waved him away too.

Little dude started to get a little anxious and toddled worriedly to his grand-mama.

"BER-WEDD!!! BER-WEDD!!!" He begged loudly. But grand-mama would not give it to him too.

"BER-WEDD!!! BER-WEDD!!!" He runs around again from person to person, asking for bread. What was wrong with these adults? Why wouldn't anyone give him BER-WEDD?!!??

In the end, he crashes on the floor, overcome with sadness, pining for his beloved bread.

Just then, the television aired the next set of commerials and distracted him. Papa, grand-papa, and grand-mama hastily took the bread from him and hid it from his view.

Everyone collapses on the sofa. Tired.