French Toast Lovin

Meet Erik, the 12 year old brother.
This morning, I half jokingly told Erik that he could make me some French toast for breakfast and I'd be perfectly okay with it. I was shocked when homeboy enthusiastically said, "Okay!" and whipped out the bread, eggs, and pan. That right there, my friends, is true siblingly love.

Needless to say, I was a very happy Kymber. P.S. Erik, you rock.