Bread Time

"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.