Tolstoy and Breakfast
This is Tolstoy after his disease treatment. He used to be GOLD. My daughter says that on his birthday we should make him a "fish cake".
Sometimes I feel like I run a diner around here. This is what transpired this morning:
"Want some eggs for breakfast?" I ask my son, who is the world's largest egg lover.
"Yeah," he says, "I was hungry last night after dinner still. I'm thinkin' five."
"Five?" I say, aghast. "I don't think so."
"Ok. Four. But I'm real hungry."
"How bout this: three eggs and some toast?" I offer.
"Sounds good, but lay off the toast," he says, shaking his palm at me.