Thursday, February 27, 2014

Taco toast

"So, Max made his own toast this morning. I noticed the cumin was on the counter next to the sugar. He used cumin, instead of cinnamon. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make him feel bad," Bill said.
"Ewwww! Did he eat it?!"
"Every last bite."

Honest mistake (if your sense of smell isn't too keen)...

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