Mommy came down not longer after, and I heard a stifled laugh. Definitely not the confidence boost I needed this morning. I glared at her, and saw she was trying her damnedest best to keep a straight face, something she was never good at. Straight wasn’t exactly her forte.
“Something up?” I asked. I jumped a little as my toast popped out then promptly tried to ignore the fact that I had been scared by my breakfast. I grabbed a plate from the cabinet above and started to grab the toast.
“You sure about those jeans?” She asked, grabbing the jelly out of the fridge, knowing the only proper way to eat toast was with jelly.
“What’s wrong with my jeans? Is there a hole in them?” I asked, taking the jelly from her.
