Important Toast

A birthday tradition in our household is to serve breakfast in bed to the birhday person. In reality, this only works for the wife and the boy, as the girl and I are up too early. One year, the kids an I were making breakfast for the wife's brithday. Each of us had our assigned tasks - I was making the eggs, the boy was making bacon and the girl was preparing toast.

For some reason, the girl felt that making toast was not very important. She marched upstairs and woke up her mother and asked, "Mom, is toast important?" The wife had no idea what this was supposed to mean. Could this be one of the existentialist moments, like comtemplating your navel? The wife answered, "Yes." and all was well with the world. The girl returned and made the best darn toast ever.