Garage

Tonight, after the girls were in bed, James was up with Mike and me reading books for a good hour. (He took a long nap after church). I said it was time to brush teeth and he said he was hungry. I went through all of his usual food choices: bread, toast, bread with peanut butter, peanut butter on a spoon, cereal, mac n cheese . . . and he said no to everything. Then he said, “I wook in da garage.” So, the funny part is that he was pointing to the bread box. I guess it is like a garage for bread.