Snack
Sam just got up from his nap and we were carrying him into the playroom when he started pointing in the kitchen and saying "Dis." I asked him if he wanted a snack and went through all the usual options: banana (no), grapes (no), milk (no), cheese (no). Then he pointed to the wheat bread bag which was on the counter. I was surprised and said, "you want some wheat bread (he only-to-date has eaten wheat bread as a sandwich, not plain)?" I’m up for new options so I took a piece out and handed it to him. The look on his face clearly said I hadn’t gotten his point.
Then it dawned on me.
French toast. Of course. That was what he wanted (it’s our usual breakfast option and he *loves* it — so much that he knows all the steps to making it and will tell me and John what to do next. It’s a crack up).
So as I’m typing this, Sam is happily eating french toast and eggs for snack. It’s a good Saturday afternoon.