Don't be silly, Mother

Addy usually has some toast with her breakfast. For the past couple of weeks, when she gets most of her toast eaten, she looks at the shape of what remains and tells us what she thinks it looks like. Most days it's a truck of some kind (firetruck, tow truck, etc) and some days it's an animal. This week she had kind of a long, skinny piece of toast left and she had stood it on end on her plate, so I asked her if it was a giraffe. She replied, "Uh, no. Toast."