the conspiracy continues

well, I know all of my faithful readers out there have been waiting in suspense for the continuation of this riveting tale about bread. it won't be long before it takes its place in the literary canon among its peers - Hansel & Gretel (think bread crumbs), the Gingerbread Boy, Moonstruck (Nicholas Cage works in a bakery)...

so enough suspense. Romney threw me a curve ball yesterday. look at that innocent little face, those angelic curls, but don't be deceived! notice the stack of wheat bread in his hands (and in his cheeks), and waiting patiently at his feet. you might think, at first glance, that he was just overcome by his apparent LOVE for wheat bread and was driven to pull the bag off the counter, and surround himself with his choice of grain.

but after he had chewed that bite for a few minutes, he started hunting for me (bread and crumbs in tow) with that look on his face that I now recognize as, "get ready, mom. i'm about to lose it!" in the past, I've extended my hand (mother instinct), and let him spit all manner of disgusting masticated items into my formerly clean hand. no more. "Garbage, Romney. Get to the GARBAGE!" luckily, he made it, along with at least 12 entire pieces of bread, over half the loaf.

Could this have been part of his clever plan from the beginning? His way of sending me a message about his true feelings about wheat bread with his rather limited vocabulary? maybe Laine put him up to it, figuring that the sooner we got through a loaf of wheat, the sooner we might regain our senses and go back to beloved white bread. it would have been too obvious if she had done it herself, and Romney has so little culpability, what with those afore mentioned innocent eyes, angelic curls, and lack of vocabulary and understandable communication.

it's brilliant, really. I couldn't have planned it better if I'd tried.