I have the same thing for breakfast every morning.
Toast (usually sourdough but sometimes rye) and coffee.
Truth be told – most days I have 2 breakfasts,
one at 7:00am – because I’m a 100 years old,
and the other at about 9:30am – with the rest of the world, to keep them company (another cup of coffee, one piece of toast)
For as long as we’ve lived here, as soon as he gets home from work,
my husband walks into the house, takes off his shoes, and leaves them for dead.
There are 3 other people living here, where are all the other shoes you ask?
They’re a few feet away, in a shoe rack
(or at least in very close proximity of the shoe rack).
When my babies were born, they were each given a receiving blanket.
My daughter was gifted her blanket by a close family friend,
it was simple, white and cotton, she named it Blankie
My son was given his by a beloved aunt who made it for him,
he calls it Blue Blankie or Yangster
Ofcourse today, 13 and 8 years later, respectively
they are a ball of yarn and a shred of cloth.
They have literally been loved to death.