Play with your food

This morning for breakfast, I made some toast for Princess. While I made her and That's lunch, Princess ate her toast.

Princess: Mommy, look!

She held up her toast. She had nibbled off all of the crust.

Me: What am I looking at?

Princess: It's a guitar.

She took another bite.

Princess: Mommy, now look. It's a fishie. Here's its head and here's its tail.

Another bite.

Princess: Now it's a worm.

And one more bite.

Princess: Now it's a blob.

To me, it all looked like half eaten toast. Does that mean I'm getting old? It is nice to reconnect with 8 year old imagination. Who knew toast could be so versatile?