Eggs Please

I just cut my workout short because it's simply too late to run another hour and I'll soon be found lying snugly beneath my freshly vacuumed sheets BUT this just had to be shared.  It was nearing lunch time today and if the clock hadn't hinted the fact, my two year old was becoming increasingly more weepy and made it clear I needed to get food in her belly fast or reap the emotional consequences.  She followed me into the kitchen when I asked 'What would you like for lunch Babe?'  Through tears and choking passion she cried  'A FWITADAH!'  I don't think she appreciated my laughter.  Maybe she will forgive me over our crumpets and clotted cream at High Tea.