Broken Bread

I had a win this morning. One twin comes to me with a broken bread--a major offense, usually resulting in a meltdown and refusal to eat the offensive pieces of broken bread. I told her to come here and open her mouth. In mock horror, I told her I found broken bread in there. Then I pretended to look into her tummy and told her I found broken bread in there too. Since she loves jokes and fun, she laughed and ate her broken bread.