A few years ago, he and I went to Glenwood Springs for the weekend. Glenwood Springs is a quaint, touristy little mountain town near Aspen.
Our first morning there, we woke up too late for the free continental breakfast (who eats breakfast before 8:00 on vacation?), so we ventured downtown to a nice little cafe.
The only downside to nice little cafes is that they're a little slow when it comes to service. And Beau's blood sugar was getting low (which is very dangerous for his health--and a little dangerous for our relationship because he gets pretty grumpy). As soon as he eats, he's his sweet self again.
Our breakfasts arrived, and as Beau started to dig in, he groused They're late with my toast.
I knew that more toast was on the way, so I offered him my toast in the interim.
And at that moment, that he uttered the phrase that would delight me and haunt him for the rest of his days:
I don't want YOUR toast. I want MY toast.
:)
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