Young Master Luke cooked French Toast for my Christmas morning breakfast. What a sweetie. He even got out the juicer I gave him for Christmas last year to make me some fresh squeezed grapefruit juice. Luke is a talented, confident cook. Mommie had to stop him from pouring the precious real maple syrup into the pan to soak the bread in. She told him that comes later and is used sparingly. I admire Luke's imagination. French Toast cooked in maple syrup...what luxury.