I was putting together one of those breakfast-for-dinner dinners and Ben was sing-songing in the background. After listening a bit closer I realized that he was saying "where is the R, I need a letter R..." and so on. He quietly let me know that there is no R then moved on. When I finished at the stove I turned to find this on the fridge:
He made his own french toast.
Guess I better find the letter R.