The Lyman's Life.

I was busy brewing up breakfast in the kitchen this morning, and the children were all the way down the hall in my bedroom. I had the toast going, was placing sliced bananas on the plates, and was pouring glasses of milk when I heard a strong little boy voice shout down the hallway, "hey mommy make me some toast with peanut butter and jelly" and then Anna's sweet little voice added, "and me with butter and jelly please!". I looked at the open jars of such items sitting on the counter and smiled.

It seems we all had a rumbling in our tummies for toast this morning.

.....Or did they smell the toaster going and suddenly it sounded good?