The other day I woke up and thought to myself, "I'll use some leftover cardamom bread from Christmas and make Nathan some french toast for breakfast."
So I did.
And when I took it to him, still snoozing in bed, he woke up and made the saddest face ever.
I was confused.
"I brought you breakfast in bed! You're supposed to be happy!"
"But I'm supposed to be bringing you breakfast in bed; you're the pregnant one!"
But he got over his sadness and enjoyed his french toast, of course.
He declared it the best french toast ever, so if you ever have leftover cardamom bread, now you know what to do with it.