Bagel Snatcher

I was making Mason's breakfast the other morning - scrambled eggs and sausage, one of his favorites. I had a bagel sitting on the counter for myself.

I was just getting ready to take the eggs out of the pan when I realized I hadn't heard anything from Mase for awhile. Nine times out of ten, silence means trouble, so I spun around expecting the worst.

Guess Mase was just a little too famished to wait for me to finish cooking.