Weekend Ritual

I am not really sure how or why this started, but sometime last year Jeff began making an extra piece of toast for Layla at breakfast on Saturday and Sunday mornings, then devouring them side-by-side while sitting on the rug on the kitchen floor.  Fortunately we are crazy clean freaks who mop our floors every single week.  This quirky little ritual is her special thing that she shares just with Dad. 

After he puts the bread in the toaster, Layla asks to be picked up or set on the counter so she can "watch it pop". Then they spread the butter on, which Layla has been demanding lately to "do it all self". Once the slices are toast are meticulously prepared, she and Jeff plop down in their usual spots on the rug and chomp away.

So that's it.  No jelly, preserves, cinnamon-sugar, or peanut butter and honey preparations.  Just toast and butter.  And the kid thinks it's delicious.  I've tried before to make Layla toast on weekday mornings, but mine must be inferior to Daddy's, because she only ever takes a couple bites, then hands me back a soggy, gummed-up piece of warm bread.  But she eats the entire slice of Chef Daddy toast every single time.