“Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.” ~Voltaire
Who knew you could get so jacked up about cheese toast?? Oh my kids just SLAY me. SLAY ME, I tell you.
This morning the kids want some breakfast. Sadly, I must say they have been making their own for the majority of the summer. Unless we’ve had company, then I’ll drag my lazy butt out of bed to actually cook something. Sad, but true. I make my usual list of suggestions (of things THEY can prepare)–there’s cereal, frozen waffles, toaster strudel, pop tarts, toast, cheese toast… Emma’s eyes lit up! CHEESE toast!, she says.
Y’all ARE familiar with phenomenon known as cheese toast aren’t ya? Piece of bread with some good hunks of cheese on it, toasted until it is all melty ooey gooey deliciousness. Easily made in the handy dandy toaster oven. My favorite kitchen appliance. Use it every day. For reals.
So I decided I would come supervise the cheese cutting (he he) and ended up cutting the cheese myself (snort, cracking meself up). As I am cutting (okay enough already), Emma is over there, doing some sort of CHEESE TOAST DANCE. I WISH I had filmed it. It was just too hilarious and I can’t possibly describe it well enough. Just trust me on this. She was bopping all around the kitchen singing “Cheese toast, cheese cheese, toast toast”, over and over. I was cracking up. I guess it’s the simple things in life. She was so vigorous in her jig, though, that she actually turned her ankle while performing! LOL. No, I am not laughing at my child’s pain. Really, she wasn’t hurt bad, but she looked pretty surprised. Then she hollered to Jacob asking if HE wanted any cheese toast. “Sure” he said…his common response to most things. He is really a surprisingly flexible kid. And the dance commenced again.
Just a few minutes ago, I hear them playing in the other room and they BOTH suddenly erupt in the “Cheese Toast Dance”. Never mind it’s been 5 hours since they had breakfast. I guess it didn’t get old yet.
Here’s to dancing for food.