Burnt toast

When the mother was preparing breakfast for the family, one of the children sat next to dad and looked at his large plate of fries, eggs, bacon, baked beans, and coffee. As he waited for the toast, the children ate their cereal and got ready for school. Little Benjamin stayed next to dad as he was going to kindergarten. When the toast arrived it was burnt, really burnt, but dad didn’t say anything, he covered it with butter and jam and ate it. After he finished the mother came over to apologize for giving him burnt toast. But dad said ‘honey, don’t worry, I love burnt toast.’ Later in the evening Benjamin snuggled on his father’s lap, and asked him ‘dad, do you really love burnt toast?’  Dad smiled and said ‘you know mama had a tough day yesterday, with lots of washing and sewing and cooking, and she was dead tired as she didn’t sleep well either. And besides, little burnt toast never killed anyone.’ Benjamin never forgot that lesson – how we should never criticize others because we don’t know what they’ve been through. So never judge or complain, but please do keep an eye on the toast!