I Might Be In Trouble

I'm a tightwad. Ask my wife if you don't believe me.

Anyway there I was at our local United grocery store, sent there on a mission from my wife. On the list was bread. Now we are particular on our bread. We both like Mrs. Bairds as it is moister and stays fresher longer than the cheaper store brands. But you have to pay for that extra quality. A loaf of white bread runs a bit over two bucks, so when my tightwad self noticed that Mrs. Bairds Whole wheat white was on sale for two loaves for 3 bucks I grabbed a loaf of that and headed for the counter.

I personally like whole wheat bread, whether it's brown or white. I'm an equal opportunity sandwich maker. But unlike the brown whole wheat this white whole wheat is lighter and grainier. So much so that every slice in the loaf had a dime sized hole up near the upper right corner. Not a problem to me since a good sandwich is all about the meat anyway and like I said I saved at least seventy-five cents a loaf.

I've told you all of that to tell you this story. Monday morning I pop a couple of slices into the toaster for the boys. When it's a nice toasty brown I butter it up and hand it to them. Here is the conversation that followed.

T (the oldest age 8) - "There's a hole in my toast."
Me - "Yeah it's holey toast. Just eat it."

I'm also not a morning person so on top of being grouchy I wanted to head off any, Eww, this is gross weird toast. I want cereal instead, kind of talk.


T - "What's holey toast?"


A grin spread across Z my 6yo old face as he proudly said ... "You know. The Father, The Son, and The Holy Toast."


Yeah, he's the same kid that called me a peach last week. I couldn't help but laugh at his wit, but as I shuffled them out the door to their catholic school I made certain to warn him his teachers might not find that quite as funny as I did. There is no telling the amount of trouble this boy's mouth is going to land him in over the years. But it ought to be fun (mostly) to see.