black toast intolerant

It's been a while, and unfortunately this post will be short, but if I don't make of note of the moment, I'm sure I will forget it. Earlier this afternoon we were driving in the car, when out of nowhere Derrick, who was doing crossword puzzles in the back seat, asked what it meant to be black toast intolerant. We asked him to repeat the question a couple of times, and only when he clarified by saying "when your doctor tells you that you are black toast intolerant" did we finally figure out what he was getting at. Yes, lactose intolerant. Too funny. I explained what it meant and Jon and I had a good laugh. Kids are the best.