This is Baby. Baby thinks her name is Toast.
Baby joins her family for breakfast.
Baby likes to eat bits of food from mama's plate.
Mama says:

Papa, please pass me the butter.
I love butter on toast.
Baby is puzzled. Did she say Toast? That is my name, isn't it? What is she talking about?
Baby looks curiously at the food.
Mama sees that baby is curious. She says:
"This is an egg."
"This is butter"
"And this is toast"
Whoa! Wait! Did you say this is toast? This is what you named me after? How rude!
The woman has no imagination, whatsoever.
But she does mean well. And she loves me. Okay I can live with Toast for a name.
I love you mama.
Oh no! I know that look.
What are you going to do now?
Do? Do? What should I do? Oh I know....
Mama said she loves butter on toast.
So I'll cover myself with butter.
Mama will be so happy.
I am such an angel.
