"IT'S. BREAD TIME." May says.
That's...
It's a very intense declaration.
She seems really determined that the world knows of this fact.
That bread time has arrived.
I think this girl might be half bread.
Well...
No, no.
Not half bread yet.
But I think she found out you are what you eat, and she's started a scheme to eat enough bread that she can eventually turn into a loaf and eat herself.
Or...something.
The truth is, I'm a touch loopy from a long and difficult shift driving the wagon.
I might have some odd thoughts.
May hops up and down and shouts, "Auntie! It's Bread time! BREAD TIME!" She clasps her hands.
I smile down at her. "You're right, this place should also serve sweet bread." I kiss the top of her head and scoop her up. "So let's see what kind of sweet bread we can find!"
May cheers.