A teenager's breakfast

Today was a no-school day at the high school, so our son was home. As he is a big sleeper whose dreaming hours are drastically cut back during a typical school week, I let him sleep in ... and in ... and in. About 11:30 a.m. I decided that he probably should get up. I guess I could have been grumpy and let him pour himself a bowl of cold cereal, but I felt generous and surprised him with a plate of French toast. He had made a random comment during the past week that he sure wished he could have some French toast. Odd I thought, but perhaps not so odd considering he's a 6'2" teenager, still growing, and always thinking about food. I think I'll have the leftovers myself, tomorrow morning!