Saturday, May 7, 2011

 This photo is important, not because the butter has been hacked to death, but because before the hacking it was a full cube.
Hayden:  Mom, I made everyone's toast for breakfast.
Me:  Oh, my -thank you, Sweetheart.  You did a lovely job.
Hayden:  Mom, I like a great deal of butter on my toast.
Me:  Yes, I can see that.

Note to self:  Find polite way to explain death by clogged arteries.

1 comment:

  1. What a cute, thoughtful boy you have! If you die by clogged arteries, at least you will die happy!