|Apparently the bread knew, but it wasn't telling ...|
I did hand my daughters the serrated knife and say, "Make sure you use this knife. It will work best." Famous last words, I know, but they were so insistent that they could do it themselves. You've seen what the bread looked like before.
Here's what it looked like after my L got through with it ...
|"Mom! Most of this loaf isn't any good for toast anymore."|
It seems that in my daughter's rush to prove how independent she is, and in my utter ignorance of the need for specific instruction, I neglected to tell her that you can't just jam the knife down, but that a serrated knife works best when you slide it like a saw so that it can cut the bread. Another one of those things they don't tell you in the parenting instruction manual. :)
Luckily, for the bread, I rescued it as L was about to throw the whole crumbly mess away ...
Although I haven't decided yet if it's destined to be reincarnated as croutons or bread crumbs, it did live to be eaten another day, and I finally managed to show L how to really wield a knife.