This is what Tiernan tells me when he's asking for his regular breakfast:

I want butter bread,
cutted up like pizza,
toasted,
with synonym sugar.

I'm trying to tell him that he can just say, "cinnamon toast," or even "cinnamon toast cut in triangles," but he insists on going through the whole routine with the pauses between lines and everything. No wonder he's tired in the morning!

Labels: kids