Dreams of French Toast
I was awakened at 4 o’clock this morning by a sweet little voice over the monitor saying “Fren Toas? Fren Toas? Mama Fren Toas? Pweese? Ja. Mama Fren Toas…” This went on for 15 minutes. I blame the coffee maker. Nathan was introduced to baked french toast at Christmas time and since then he’s been going in and out of stretches where he asked for it at least one meal (or snack) a day. The latest stretch began this past weekend when Tim said within earshot “I think I’ll try the French Roast (coffee) this morning.” “Fren Toas?! Ja Dada! Fren Toas!” Now even in his sleep, he’s asking for french toast…