The French Pout

Every night, my head eventually falls onto my pillow at about 3-3.30am as I can only get online after the kids are in bed and since the school holidays, T1 has been going to bed preeeeeeetty late. Grrrr…..but she is on holiday.

This morning, I was the last to get out of bed and it wasn’t even that late, try 8.30am. I sauntered out of the bedroom in close to nothing following the gorgeous waft of cinnamon French toast and was pleasantly surprised that the Hubs had woken even earlier to mess up the kitchen. Three thoughts crossed my mind:

1. Baby T2 must’ve woken him up extra early (she sleeps with him now, remember?)

2. He fantasised about having sex with Angelina Jolie last night

3. T1 was hungry and wanted some French Toast

Whatever the case, I was on a romantic high. Yes, food has that effect on me. Perhaps he was getting used to this give and take system. I cooked dinner last night so it’s his turn for breakfast. I likey….and my stomach was growling. After kissing the babies good morning (the Hubs was feeding T2 her breakfast and T1 was eating hers), I entered the kitchen to help myself to that lovely French toast (one of my favourite breakfast food) andcouldn’t find any. I looked. Then I looked. The frying pan was empty. The plates were empty. I looked across the entire span of our pure white kitchen counters. Nothing!

I shouted out, “Where’s my French Toast???”

“Oh, you want French toast?”

“You mean you cooked for everyone French toast but not for ME???”

He started sniggering, “You want French toast?”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes. You want French toast, I’ll cook it for you?”

“You ate French toast?”

He nodded meekly and again insisted that he’d cook me some.

By this time I had my hands on my waist by the kitchen door demanding to know why I was excluded in this exclusive French Toast club whilst the Hubs kept insisting that he’d gladly cook me some French toast if I wanted some.

*MAJOR  FRENCH  POUT*

“I don’t want any French toast.”

I stormed back into the bedroom and dived back into bed. Sulking like a hurt pussycat. No, of course I didn’t.

SO.

It turns out that he had all good intentions to cook the whole family some lovely French toast except that he’d underestimated the amount of eggs, and whilst he was dipping all that bread into the egg mixture, he’d run out of egg mixture. And THAT IS WHY Mommy didn’t get any French toast.

(&#&(+@^(@#*!!)#@)*!!!!!!

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8 thoughts on “The French Pout

  1. lol…thk God he has a good reason for not leaving behind any french toast for u. the same scenario happened to me b4 but the hubs purposely didnt make any for me coz he said i’m unpredictable; dont want to waste food!

  2. I’m sure he had good intentions…the Angelina Jolie kind 🙂 Would have gone down to the shops and get more eggs in a jiff if Ms Jolie was rolling out of bed at 8.30am! Mind you she’d be looking mighty scary!!! (unlike you!)

  3. aiyah…one french kiss from the hubs will kill the pout!!!
    At least his reason is valid and he wanted to make fresh and hot new ones for u right…

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