One final Collinism for 2007

Since Tim worked an evening shift tonight I took the boys over to my parents for a little new year's eve celebration. Around 8 we had our "New Year" and celebrated with some sparkling cider. Collin kept asking for bread. Finally I realized that my Dad had said it was time for a toast. In Collin's mind, that meant we needed some bread. When I figured it out I laughed so hard I nearly cried.