This morning I told Briggs to get himself some breakfast while I was taking a shower. When I got out of the shower, I asked him what he had for breakfast.
Briggs: "I had a piece of toast. Except I didn't put it in the toaster. I just grabbed the piece of toast and ate it."
Me: "So you mean you just ate a plain piece of bread for breakfast?"
Briggs: "Yep."
And yet he still complains about some of the things I make for dinner.
