Just Like You

Tonight Reagan's dinner job was making toast. She put one piece in the toaster and turned the knob to the highest setting. When I asked her what she was doing she replied, "I want a really burnt piece of toast." What was I thinking?:)

She kept checking the toast but it wasn't dark enough for her (she wasn't patient enough to wait the full amount of time without checking the progress). As I tried to figure out where the "burnt toast" desire was coming from I remembered a conversation she and I had a week or so ago.

I told her about how I liked some things a little burnt. One of my favorite old college roommates and I had this in common. We would cook our popcorn a little long just to have it a little burnt. I asked Reags if she wanted it burnt because I like things burnt. "Yes" she replied with a shy smile. "I want mine burnt too."

Love. It.

And boy was her toast black.