To make the small one’s toast more entertaining this morning, so she’d eat faster so we could get out of the house earlier so I could fill my car’s tank at the gas station, I applied the Nutella in horizontal stripes.
“There. Now you have Tiger Toast.”
“Could you please make more stripes perpendicular to those? I’d like a checkered pattern instead.”
So I did.
A little too much time on our hands M?
Actually, mornings go faster if the food’s interesting.
It doesn’t quite qualify as tiger toast anymore. Maybe “checker toast”, or perhaps “wicker toast”.
No! Jesus christ no! Not the Wicker Toast!