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