Pass the buscuits

  
When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. 
  
And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. 
  
On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. 
  
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. 
  
I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. 
  
And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits." 
  
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. 
  
 He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she's real tired. 
  
And besides... a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"