I was baby-sitting my five-year-old grandson overnight. In the morning, he likes a good breakfast. He had his bowl of cereal; I had mad French bread the night before, so he said, "Nana, can I have two slices of bread with cinnamon spread?" I got them for him, then he came back for two more slices. He ate them, and in a few minutes he asked for two more. I said, "My goodness, you had a bowl of cereal and four slices of bread. If you eat any more, you're going to burst!" He looked at me so seriously, and said, "Have you bursted yet, Nana?" I'm a bit plump. What could I say? I gave him the bread.   Submitted By: NULL