Oh, well once upon a time, I wanted to be a nice child and wanted to make breakfast.
French toast was the favorite of the family.
So I made some, everything perfect, fresh strawberries, warm syrup and 3 different kinds.. everything absolutely perfect.
So, I decide to sprinkle a little sugar.
So I tasted some, and I thought it tasted too salty, so I added more sugar.
And more.. and more.. and more..
So I put the plate of French Toast, all of my family gathered around to eat.
So I said, "Wait, it needs more sugar! It still taste too much like butter!"
So I add more sugar.
Then my mother says, "Umm, Honey.. that's not sugar.. That's salt!"
And my face was