Bread for dinner.

I made a bread in the breadmaker tonight and it was done about a half hour before Ben would be home for dinner, so I had to keep reminding Art that he could have bread when Papa got home. Papa walked in the door and Art jumped around yelling, "I want some bread, Papa!" Papa meant bread. He was so excited!

Then, while we ate dinner we bargained with Art that he could have more bread after he ate some soup. He took one or two bites of his lentil/veggie soup, put the spoon down in a hurry and said, "More bread!" He ended up eating almost all his soup, but somehow he squeezed a whole lot of bread in there, too. It's no wonder he weighs 35+ pounds.