Sometimes Reed goes to the grocery store with me on Sunday mornings, when he's really super bored. He's not too bad about asking to get a million things, but he does ask for a thing or two sometimes.
A couple of weeks ago we were shopping and he asked what was in French Toast, so I told him the basic ingredients. All we were missing was a good bread to use, so we decided to get some and plan to have it for a "breakfast for dinner" that week. He'd had a ridiculous order of French Toast when we were in Virginia Beach over spring break, so that's probably why it was on his mind.
But then there was an evening when he was on his own for dinner, with Amy at play practice, and Tod and me out wherever. That night when he went to bed, he very proudly told me he'd made himself French Toast for dinner. He's a good cook, and willing to try new things...which always impresses me.
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