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It's good to laugh. Kellen always is making me laugh, but I don't usually replay what he said over and over again through out the day. I'm not sure I can write this well enough without the sound effects of the wailing and sobbing that came with the words to help you understand why Ian and I have repeated this several times and howled about it.

Kellen woke up earlier than I would have liked this morning, asking for toast "cause I'm very hungry." Since we strive for fairness, I told Ian since I'd been up in the night with Lanelle, this one was for him. Kellen would almost always be fine with Dad, but for some reason came unglued about that. Even with the smell of toast in the air, he came back to my bed crying that I had to do the toast. I picked him up, hugged him and said Daddy can put pb and honey on toast the same way I do and I carried him back to the kitchen. I headed back to bed and shut the bedroom door behind me. Well, Kellen had followed me down the hallway and was not happy about this.

"Fine then, I will just go to my bed!
WAAAAA! She won't make me toast.
WAAAAA! She shut the door!!!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME????"

Yes, I must have scarred him for life by not making his toast. What will happen to him now?

Ohh, it was said so dramatically. Way too funny.

Thank you, God for the little ones who bring so much humor to our lives.