We have a wonderful single neighbor who brings over zuchinni for us several times a week (our plants were washed out in the flood). He’s a very smart man because he knows by bringing me zucchini, he in return will receive a loaf of zucchini bread. It’s a win-win situation.
So for the past couple weeks, we have had several loaves of fresh bread on our counter. One morning I walk into the kitchen to see the stool pushed up to the counter right where the bread sits. Sure enough, some little creature decided to take a nibble.
When I saw Hunter’s hands I knew the bread underneath his fingernails was as much evidence as I needed.
Hallie asked what happened and I told her a mouse got into the bread. That was enough for her to hear, she didn’t want any more bread. That was easy. Now more bread for me!
