bret-dist in Maine

I'm here in Camden, ME, taking care of my sister's kids and A while my brother-in-law recovers from major surgery. He's doing well, supposed to walk around a bit today, and had a good night's sleep, which is fantastic. The kids are also behaving themselves quite well, and had a day off school yesterday for snow. I expected them to be crawling up the walls, but they had a fabulous time playing Playmobil, Nintendo gameboy/DS, Legos (of course!), and running around with a huge box on their heads and shrieking. They also spent about an hour playing outside in the snow, after which time we discovered that A's snow boots really suck. His 2 pairs of socks were soaking wet, and I thumped about a cup of snow out of them. His little piggies were red and freezing, and he was miserable. "Next time I go at Maine, I'n NOT goin in da snow!" he decided. 

Right now the youngest boys are at the preschool, where they will be having lunch and playing and, no doubt for A, drawing things with lots of teeth. Getting there was a bit of a challenge this morning, as I get lost easily and am not used to four-wheel-drive.  It's extremely difficult to get the car out of it, once it's in it. Also I am not used to driving in snow or slush, and I needed all my concentration to get the car down the driveway and through the neighborhood. The boys were not letting me get by so easy, of course. "Are you stuck in da snow?" one asked. "Are we late to school?" another asked. Then the perpetual soundtrack of my life lately started up: "duh..DUH..duhduhduh DUH duh etc" (star wars theme, along with EVERY OTHER STINKING SONG IN THE MOVIE, courtesy of my son, who only knows partial versions of the songs and puts them on "repeat" in his mind). The car started to fishtail a little bit around a corner, as I was praying aloud, "God please help me to do this, I really need your help!" From the backseat, my nephew said, "God must be having his bret-dist."

Yes.

So that's the real reason so many prayers go unanswered. God is having his breakfast and can't be bothered. What does God eat for breakfast anyway?