The other morning I was in the middle of making the boys breakfast when I had to answer the door.
When I came back, I found this:
No boys were to be found. They clearly heard me coming. Too bad they didn't clean up the evidence before they took off.
Let's take a closer look:
It seems the boys weren't willing to wait for me to finish making their cinnamon toast.
The downside to this was the mess, obviously.
The upside? They can make their own breakfast now!
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