Little Brother wanted toast (with butter, cut in half “diner style”) for breakfast this morning. So that is what I gave him.
After he ate, he came over to give me a hug–and almost knocked me over with his breath. I couldn’t imagine what was up with that.
Then I followed him into the kitchen, where I watched him put his hand back into the “Cheese and Garlic” crouton bag.
“You’re going to have to brush your teeth after having croutons for breakfast,” I advised him.