BTW
The Child likes cinnamon toast for breakfast. (Yes, I try to get some other food into her as well). She's also not a fan of the crust so this morning I cut them off for her (which I don't usually bother to do).
When she came to the table she was suitably touched and I got a very sincere, "Oh, Mommy, that's sooooo sweet of you". And then she added, "Oh, wow, Mommy, that's really sweet of you! You made a heart!"
This was puzzling as I had only made the toast 8 minutes earlier and did not have any recollection of doing anything fancier than cutting off the crusts. She showed me the toast and it wasn't the bread that was heart-shaped but the way the cinnamon sugar melted into the butter. (Which I also didn't do). 
Anyway, it pleased the hooha out of The Child and she said, "Well, I have to take a picture of this and you so have to blog about it".
So I did.
cobbled together by Moi at 1:50 PM
16 Comments:
How delightfully clever of you! What sweet daughter you have.
Well, like I said, I didn't actually do anything. She's blaming it on the house fairy that she's convinced we now have since they've been studying folklore in preparation for reading The Hobbit.
so cute.
A little boy I babysat for always requested his cinnamon toast in the shape of soldiers. Narrow little strips.
I so relive my childhood through your Blog. My mother used to make me cinnamon (did I spell that right? don't think so!) toast every morning.
When I am feeling nostalgic for my childhood I still find it hits just the right spot.
Now I know what I will have for my evening snack!
Thanks for the memories!
Grandma: "I'll bet there are millions of starving children in Africa who would love to have those crusts!"
Me: "Name one."
Renee, It must be a kid thing. The Child is a fan of the strips as well.
Kendall, You're welcome. I loved cinnamon (you spelled it right) toast when I was a kid. Used to dunk it in my cocoa. Heaven. Enjoy your snack.
Jon, LOL. You know what I do with the crusts, though? Collect them in a bag in the freezer and when it's full whiz it up in the food processor and voila! bread crumbs. They'll never accuse ME of making African orphans starve.
Well, that is exactly why it WAS so clever of you! You just willed it into being through your love. Ahhhhh.
That's pretty darn cool. I have to vote for the house fairy whispering in you ear while you were making it...:)
Gina, Ahhhh back.
Grish, That's it.
It was a subliminal cinamonning.
Am I the only one that sees the image of Elvis in the cinnamon toast?
Yes, Sling. You are. And my pool boy, Raul, is the only one who sees the Virgin Mary.
Iwanski, I did not know that cinnomon had a verb form.
Charlie, True that. Although even a spleen might look nice covered in cinnamon sugar.
you have such skills Auntie Raine!
Bowhunting skills, nunchuck skills...
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