Don't tell the cow bread that we got locked out and had French toast

Greetings from Paris, where The Geeks are having a one week holiday before returning to the US.  Zurich Mama Geek and I have been here twice before, including once with Little Geek Girl when she was one.  Needless to say, LGG doesn't remember much, so it's a good chance to reintroduce her to one of our favorite cities.

After a very drawn-out discussion of where to go on our holiday, the actual doing of assembling this trip went pretty quickly.  Once we decided on Paris, we decided we wanted an apartment for the week and in only about one day, we found a place and booked it all online.  It took us only 10 minutes to decide to fly rather than take the train.  Once everything was pinned down, we decided that Auntie Geek really needed to come help ZMG celebrate their birthdays together - and in only 30 minutes we found a mileage ticket for AG, and she was set.    So, other than the four weeks of 'where should we go', we were actually really quick - for us, anyway.

Today, we closed up shop in our hotel in Zurich and arrived here.  After we met the rental agent here and got a quick lesson on how to make everything work in the flat, LGG and I headed out to the Jardin des Tuileries to visit the carousel and trampolines, stroll a bit, and watch people floating boats on one of the small ponds.  Then it was off to the supermarket for essentials and then out to dinner.

Well folks, we are certainly in a high-security building.  It turns out we need both keys to the apartment, not just one of them.  We rapidly discovered we were locked out, with dead cell phones, and the number for the agency was inside the flat.  Arrrgh - super stress moment, and ZMG and I started brainstorming on how we could solve the problem.  In the end, it was handled within about 30 minutes, and after our heart rates returned to normal, we moved off to a nearby brasserie for dinner.  

Which leads to the title of this post.  I had pâté and onions with toast, and LGG swiped some of my toast to see if French bread really was as good as ZMG and I have been telling her.  Of course, this put her in conflict with her current favorite bread, which comes in a package with cow print on it and tastes a bit like King's Hawaiian bread.  We call it 'cow bread'.  The problem is: if French bread is better, then how will the cow bread take to being relegated to second place?  So of course we can't tell the cow bread about the evening's events.

So: nobody tell the cow bread that we got locked out and had French toast, OK?