A conversation at breakfast
Iris and I were eating waffles when my second waffle popped out of the toaster.
Me: Excuse me a minute, I hear my waffle calling me from the kitchen.
Iris, in a squeaky voice: “Who’s toasting me?”
Iris and I were eating waffles when my second waffle popped out of the toaster.
Me: Excuse me a minute, I hear my waffle calling me from the kitchen.
Iris, in a squeaky voice: “Who’s toasting me?”
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Comment by Jon R
Wait, toaster waffles? Whatever happened to the yeasted variety?
Posted on December 19, 2007 at 10:00 am
Comment by mamster
I like Eggos too.
Posted on December 19, 2007 at 10:42 am
Comment by Susan Ely
Ok, I have one for you: My grand-daughter Alexis was going through my spice cupboard, randomly selecting different ones and mixing them in a mortar and pestle. She picked up the bottle of thyme and attempted to pronounce it and of course, got it wrong.
“It’s pronounced ‘time,’” I said.
“Oh,” she said. “Does it make the food cook faster?”
Posted on December 19, 2007 at 12:12 pm