"Let's Get Some F*%kin' French Toast..."

A little more than a year ago, Chris asked for my instruction on how to prepare French Toast. He became quite frustrated during the process, as he usually does whenever he performs something for the very first time, and afterwards no one solemnly presents him with an embossed certificate proclaiming him the "Ultimate Maestro" of whatever that new thing is. We have that in common, actually. It will be very sad for everyone to see us pass this trait onto all of our future children -- a gaggle of neurotic kids that feel completely worthless if they can't do something perfectly the first time, at the age of three.

Anyway, I think he's ready for his certificate. He's better at this particular dish than I am. And believe it or not, I'm totally okay with that.