One of these things is not like the other

I came downstairs Sunday morning to find my little sister (who is 10) sitting at the bench eating breakfast. At first I thought, awesome, she's finally figured out how to make her own breakfast. Then I saw her toast. With bright eyes and a strong sense of pride in her voice, she told me she had put kiwi fruit on her toast because she couldn't open the new jar of vegemite.

I didn't really say much. Its times like these that there really isn't much to say.

I just opened the new jar for her then made my own breakfast.