When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night when my mom 1 a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burnt toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to 2 if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was to reach for his toast, 3 at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom 4 to my dad for burning the toast. And I’ll 5 forget what he said, “Baby, I love burnt toast.” Later that night, I went to 6 Dad good night and asked him if he really 7 his toast burnt.
