This morning I made french toast with the boys for breakfast. Despite what a total mess it makes (picture gooey egg and milk mixture everywhere) they love making it, and they love eating it. Once it was ready we sat down at the table to eat. The boys were excited, devouring their french toast, and raving wildly about how good of a job they had done making it (“We are SUCH good chef-ers! We cooked gooooood french toast! Wow it is soooooooooo gooooooooooood!” etc.) About halfway through his plate of french toast Kyle proclaims:
“It’s delicious! I’m eating it right up! It’s going right down in my tummy into my big, big uterus!”