Please pass the ketchup

Occassionally we eat breakfast for dinner; french toast, pancakes, omelets, or yummy potato, egg and sausage skillets. Last night was skillets and french toast. We are enjoying the yummy goodness and John asks me to pass the ketchup for his skillet.

Hayden stops for a minute while John drowns his skillet with the smelly, red ketchup (I don't enjoy the smell of ketchup). He looks at John and says, "Dad, I just don't think ketchup is a breakfast sauce."

John replies, "That's okay. We're eating dinner."

(I hope this is not one of those funny things that you had to "be there" for.)