Why we don’t have pets
We had a Mother’s Day breakfast for dinner tonight, since Dean has early church meetings tomorrow. Dean cooked French toast in the waffle iron — he said he just wanted to see how it would work. It worked fine; it tasted like French toast and looked like waffles. (I don’t really see any point to it, but at least it’s a harmless and edible experiment.) We also had bacon, and berry sauce and whipped cream to put on the Frenchwaffletoast. Henry was mainly interested in the whipped cream. Looking at the splattered cream and crumbs on the floor under him, I said, “We should just keep a layer of newspapers under his chair and change it daily.” “Mm hmm,” said Dean, “or sawdust.”
