We had bagels for breakfast. Michael was in the kitchen while I was getting things out and he was anxious for breakfast. He asked for food and I told him I'd toast him a bagel in a minute. He grabbed one and said, "I'LL toast a bagel" and ran over to the toaster. I thought, "He can't fit it in the toaster, so I'll just let him try until I get a chance to take care of it for him," but I underestimated his resourcefulness. He broke his bagel into bits and stuffed them in individually.
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