Bagel, Ooh-La-La

I am feeling a bit under the weather today---either bad allergies or a cold---so my sweet husband took care of EJ while I slept in. He wakes up very early in order to get to the lab, and often, the kiddo wakes up with him. Many days he lets me sleep while he gets EJ breakfast, finds clothes, answers her 150 questions, etc. It's very nice, but especially nice on days like today when I'm not feeling 100%

I got this email from Mike this morning, with a report from breakfast. I told him it was going straight to the blog, since this little anecdote is a keeper. Here it is, in Mike's words:

This morning, as with many mornings, I asked EJ what she wanted
for breakfast.

She said, "I want this, with Nu-tell-a!", pulling the English muffins
out of the fridge.

For fun, I asked her what the English muffins were, thinking she'd be
able to read them off the package. In hindsight, the labeling is not
very good on the English muffins package.

After thinking for a few minutes, she said, "French bagels."