Just Bread?!

Once a very long time ago, when I was very little, I climbed up on the kitchen counter early on a Sunday morning, while my parents slept peacefully, and helped myself to butter knives full of grape jam...

Sunday, Bells and I came down to a too quiet kitchen, in the middle of the afternoon, to find C sharing a piece of bread with his sister. He had pulled a chair up to the kitchen counter, and worked his way into the high cabinets.

The bread had lots of butter on it, then lots of honey, topped with red cake sugar.

My Dad was clever enough to get some old fashioned film of my stunt; I didn't get any of C and his masterpiece.