Microwaved Toast

Aden (6 years, 8 months) and Jonathan (5 years, 2 months)

I was nursing Leah the other morning (her first feeding of the day...6:30am or so) and the boys came into the room and said they were hungry. They asked if they could have a slice of bread to tide them over until breakfast. I agreed and told them that the bread was in the fridge (long story) instead of its usual spot (the pantry.) A few minutes later I heard the microwave going and figured that they wanted to warm up their bread a little since it had been in the fridge. I finished up with Leah and walked out to the kitchen and the microwave was STILL going. I looked at the timer and it still had 38 seconds left on it. I ran over and stopped it and told Aden that a single slice of bread only needs 5-10 seconds in the microwave. He said, "Well, but I wanted it to be crunchy!" So I told him that he needed to use the TOASTER not the microwave if he wanted it 'crunchy'! And he replied, "Nu uh, Jonathan put his bread in the microwave for 45 seconds and his got crunchy!"  I looked over at Jonathan and said, "Ew, gross!' And he said in a completely serious tone, "No, it's really good mama!'

For some reason I laughed so hard at this little episode that tears were streaming down my cheeks. Perhaps I was still in a morning stupor but it sure seemed hilarious at the time. I have such silly boys.