When Little Brother came downstairs this morning, he found me eating toast with jelly (leftover Portuguese bread from last night's dinner makes fabulous toast, especially topped with blackberry jelly.)
Little Brother wanted some toast too. So I put a couple of slices of "reg-lee-ar" bread in the toaster for him. He thinks that Portuguese bread will not be good when it's hot. Silly boy--but more for me....
After I started the toaster, he gave me my Good-Morning Hug. Then he told me that after TheDad has his shower, they're going to make pancakes together.
"Pancakes?! Then why did I just make you some toast?"
"For a little snack!"