I was running late this morning. When we'd normally be heading out the door, I was putting bread in the toaster for Garrett. The toast popped up, I spread some peanut butter on it, and then I gave it to him to eat. As I gathered my things, I looked at Garrett and reminded him, "Eat your breakfast, Buddy." After I got our coats out of the closet, I again looked at him. "Come on, Garrett. Eat your breakfast. It's time to go to 'school'." I poured myself some coffee, and when I turned around again, he was stuffing his peanut buttered toast down into his seat where he thought I wouldn't see it. Written all over his face, which by now was painted with peanut butter, were the words, "What toast?" After we giggled together, I haphazardly wiped the peanut butter off his clothes, hoping none of the other Little Ladybugs at Ducky Day Care have severe peanut allergies.
How was your day?