Egg(y) Toast!

I love Eggy Toast! I used to call it Egg Toast. MaMa called it French Toast, but Caroline called it Eggy Bread, and I came up with Egg Toast as a linguistic compromise between British and American English. About a month ago, MaMa started letting me help make it. I love helping! I particular enjoyed dumping nearly the whole jar of cinnamon into the mixture. I love cinnamon! Yummy! I call all spices and herbs "cinnamon"--whatever comes out of a little jar on the shelves over the dish cupboard. I have my Eggy Toast with honey. A few times I've had maple syrup and like that too. But MaMa says it's hard to find here--not all the stores carry it. That's okay, because I like honey just fine!

Here I am (above) helping last month . . .

And now (below) just a couple of days ago.

Yeah, I know: it looks like I used the egg beater on my hair . . . . DaDa says it's time for my first haircut. He was a Marine and likes his hair short and neat. MaMa is stalling him. She likes the little curl I have at the back of my neck, and she doesn't think my hair is even enough yet for a stylist or barber to do anything with it. It's long on top but very short at the front. Hmmm....maybe that's why I'm not making such a fuss anymore when MaMa puts a hat on me!