Stacy and I got home from a concert pretty late last night,* so we were dragging a little bit this morning. The kids were up bright and early with their usual vivacity and we could hear them puttering away in the kitchen. The usual clinks and bumps emanating from the area didn't concern us; we usually trigger on crashes of shattering glass or blood-curdling screams. Eventually I dragged my bedraggled self out of bed and staggered Frankenstein-like to the kitchen. The kids had made their own breakfast, I noticed at once. (Not unusual.) L had toast with peanut butter; N had toast with jelly. (Not unusual.) But there was something weird, something most unusual. I looked again at their jelly and peanut butter toasts and found they'd taken some culinary liberties with the traditional recipe. Both kids had covered their condiments with big ole slices of salami. "N didn't like it at first," said L, "but now he loves it." N nodded his agreement.
"Mine looks like a car," N pointed out, showing me his toast, carefully gnawed upon to leave two large salami wheels.
*"Great Big Sea" - an incredible Celtic/Folk/Rock band from New Foundland, who give a pretty fantasic concert by the way!
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