Mama Ain’t No Rachael Ray

Miss C stayed with my mom last night and this morning my mom called to let me know what a great time they were having. She made her French toast for breakfast and asked if mommy ever made it.

“Yes, grandma. But it’s black.”

So, my mom asked her why it was black.

“Mommy has the fire too hot!”

For a split second I thought she was going to tell my mom yes, but they come in a box. So at least she remembers the few times I have actually made, and nearly burned, French toast from scratch. It’s not all frozen Aunt Jemima in a box around here.

9 comments

  1. Amanda says:

    That is so cute;out of the mouths of babes.

    One day Dean and I were talking about beer. Hannah chimes in and says”Terry drinks beer”)my father). My father thought that was pretty funny. Some things are supposed to be a secret.

  2. Library Mama says:

    Hah!

    That reminds me of a time in church during the children’s sermon. I forget exactly what the message was, but the minister innocently said, “It’s a little like when your mommy is baking a pie.”

    One of my boys – can’t remember which one now – pipes up, “My mommy never bakes pies!”

    Oh well, at least they knew what not to expect from me at the next pot-luck!

    Hope all is well with your family.

  3. vasilisa says:

    The things we do for kids… I tried to make a french toast for my son for breakfast. It tasted like an omlette with breadcrumbs… Needless to say he hated it.

    (luckily he was too young to remember that I made it.)

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