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So last Saturday, I bought a loaf of bread. On Sunday morning, Josh went to make french toast and asked me where the bread was.
"On the counter." I replied.
He held up the bag of bread...which only had four slices left.
"Check the breadbox." I suggested.
He did. The breadbox was empty.
Now, we didn't have grilled cheese for dinner, nor did Miriam make "cakes" out of several pieces of bread, like I would do as a child. That left only a couple of scenarios. Either the dog at a bunch of it, it got dropped and spilled onto the floor and someone threw away 27 slices of bread, or Maura was somehow involved.
Today, we found our answer - scenarios A and C. We discovered this as Josh and I sat here at the table, on our laptops, and Maura comes in with three pieces of bread and the dog following her. She stops, the dog sits, and Maura tosses a piece of bread to the floor.
We hide a lot of things from this child, but bread? That never made my list of things to keep away from Maura.
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