Honestly? I have made more toast in the past few days than I even want to count.
Mom Toast is the special little treat our kids get when they are sick. It is simply the fluffy processed white bread, toasted [on setting 3], buttered [with or without cinnamon depending on their tummies] with the crusts cut off and placed oh' so prettily on a plate [I am the food Ninja when it comes to food placement]. And there is usually herbal tea in a china cup involved.
Eventhough only one kid is sick it is inevitable that the other one feels slighted and "doe eyes" me into making her Mom Toast too, so we are approaching 8 slices at once. Then I turn around and Dad is sticking his bottom lip out and the number approaches 12 slices...and? Man, that is A LOT of crumbs on my counter Tadpoles.
I hate crumbs. [You simply cannot clean ALL the crumbs. Do you notice this too? There will always be crumbs somewhere. Well there would be, unless I let Scooby lick the counters. Which I am not going to allow. Um...no, not going to let the dog lick the counters. Although.....]
But I hate a sick baby worse, so Mom Toast it is.
All is not wasted tho'. The doggies love themselves some crusts. They just love Mom Toast days.
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ETA: This is the stupidest thing I have ever posted, isn't it? I am way beyond officially a Mommy Blogger. Send the rope. I will pay the postage. Sigh. I didn't realize how really not cool I am anymore. Oh well. It takes some of us a while.