I propose a toast...

Alex wanted toast for breakfast this morning, which is a strange occurrence in itself considering he is usually a ceweeal boy.  So I get out the bread from the fridge and:

No mummy, that's bread.  You have to get some more toast from the shop.

I'm not sure whether I should be more concerned about his blatant consumeristic attitudes (ie "the shops" can fix everything) or his complete lack of culinary skills.