This morning my husband was out in the kitchen making Gabriel breakfast. As my sleepy-morning-loathing-self stumbled into the kitchen, Gabriel greeted me by saying:
"Mom! I'm eating BUTT BREAD!"
I looked at Justin and saw him pulling the heals of the loaf of wheat bread out of the toaster and smiling.
"Butt bread, nice one Dad." I responded sarcastically. :)
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