Daniel has been getting pretty particular about how his food is prepared. The other morning I asked what he would like on his toast. This is what he said:
"One piece of toast, half with butter half with jam, cut into squares but not made into sandwiches."
After I had made his toast to his specifications, he became upset because I had assumed that "squares" meant "quarters." He had wanted it in 16 bite-sized pieces to eat with a fork. Sorry, Starbucks, this one is going to be trouble.
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