"What did you have for breakfast, today?"

It seems that's the opening line to 85% of the conversations I have with my sister. She's no longer phased by my blunt approach, but I don't think she ever was. It has gotten to the point where neither of us is thrown off by the other sister's odd behaviour. Sometimes I stand on her lap as she's trying to browse the internet and sometimes she steals my dirty clothes without telling me she needs them to justify starting a load of laundry to wash one pair of jeans. What can I say? It's genetic.

Getting back to breakfast, though...

Her answer to the daily breakfast inquiry was "banana nut cheerios" because she apparently did not have enough time to make a crazy meal before her volleyball tournament this morning. Excuses.

Luckily, Kristen, Maddie's BFFLLLLLLLL (omg), was here to save the day with her reply of "I ate fried mashed potatoes, if that helps."

....If that helps?!?! Well, DUH. Of course it does! We nearly suffered a boring breakfast blog due to Maddie's lack of creativity and Kristen just revived this whole production!

Gosh.

The two of them then proceeded to talk about eating potatoes in their own weird language that appears to resemble English but must not actually be English since one can only understand bits and pieces of what they're saying. I really wish I was able to recall how that conversation went but they were simply speaking too quickly for me to retain any of it in my already overloaded brain.

I did manage to catch, "Do you ever put gravy on it?" "Oh ya, I definitely did."

Gravy and fried potatoes. Add some cheese curds and you've got breakfast poutine.

Note to self: Add breakfast poutine to the menu of my future restaurant.