What do you mean toasted?

This morning the kids were awake, dressed in their uniform, and comfortably ensconced on the sofa by the time I was getting ready for work. They put in a breakfast order (politely), which I made them (also politely) assist with. I said goodbye and then walked to the train.

It is only now, hours later, that I realised… how easy it was.

This is in stark contrast to previous mornings where there has been breakfast comedy worthy of a Michael McIntyre show.

A highlight was when my daughter asked for red jam (strawberry) toast about two minutes before I had to run for the train. Feeling virtuous (and happy with our decision to buy a toaster 28 times faster than other toasters on the market), I duly presented it to her – for her to immediately burst into tears and wail “not toasted”!

Explaining with gritted teeth that the definition of toast is that it’s toasted didn’t cut it.

I had a flash back to my brother having a very similar ‘conversation’ with my nephew. In my blissful pre-child state, I had judged him for modifying the toast preparation.

I now realise the waste – in time, tears and toast – that he was trying to prevent.

So an apology to my brother… and to my husband for leaving a wailing child to eat her toasted toast while I dashed to the train.

In case you are wondering, my daughter’s breakfast order became red jam toast, not toasted, buttered, crusts cut off and cut down the middle (the diagonal cut being reserved for special occasions).

Unfortunately, this was after my unsuspecting brother-in-law made the same mistake…

Is the toast order a rite of passage (or is it just my family!)?