And with so much shouting! DH had to slice the bread (Morrisons aren't currently selling sliced bakery loaves, & there's no packaged bread), so the toast is nearly an inch thick. But that's ok, because he let DD butter it, she proceeded to basically mash the butter into the toast, considerably reducing its thickness.
DD was pronounced "wiggy" because DH couldn't see past her immense mop of hair to look for something, & much grumbling was heard from DH as he has evidently realised that the washing up is not accomplished by brownies.
Oh, and the spoon used for stirring my tea, somehow ended up in DD's cereal bowl. But, I have toast. mwahahahahaaaa