Monday, April 14, 2008

I Am Nothing If Not a Faithful and Humble Servant

Me: Jonah, what do you want for breakfast?

Jonah (9): A Toaster Strudel.

Me: Oh, we have those?

Jonah: Yes, in the freezer, on the bottom shelf. One please. The toaster is still downstairs in Lucas’ room. Cook it on medium until it pops up. Once it’s done, spread the frosting on lengthways, not across the toaster strudel. Thanks.

Me: Anything else you require, my liege?

Jonah: That’ll do for now.

Don’t tell him, but I spelled out, “Persnickety little goober head” in frosting BEFORE I spread it all around and handed it over. 

1. I am totally moving our toaster downstairs to my bedroom.

   Posted by Pants  on  04/14/08  at  12:17 AM

2. Oh that son. You must be one patient dad, cause that kid would have been making his own strudel as soon as he knew where to find the toaster.

   Posted by Lyz  on  04/14/08  at  11:57 AM

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