This morning as I prepared breakfast for my three little ones, and changed Baby T's diaper, and washed my hands so many times the skin nearly fell off, my cooking skills were called into question by CB.
CB: I will have toast. (five seconds later) Where is my toast? Is it ready yet?
Me: It's still in the toaster.
CB: In the toaster? CB doesn't want it in the toaster. (Her sudden switch to the third person when referring to herself is as baffling as it is annoying and warrants a subsequent post at a later time.)
Me: But you wanted toast?!
CB: Yes, but not in the TOASTER.
I'd better go pull out the Joy of Cooking and check the recipe again.