Feast
John will routinely make the whole family a feast for breakfast (the girls actually call them "Papa's feasts"), so it's only fair that they return the favor once in a while. The girls made him this breakfast, forced him to lie down on the couch and close his eyes, and while I sat on a nearby chair, Millie asked to use the camera to document the experience.
So Mildred's eye, instead of mine, saw
the cheerful breakfast on a tray
the ritual fork-feeding (I don't know why they had to feed him, but apparently, they needed to),
and the Mama, doing a routine check of the tonsils.
and the Mama, doing a routine check of the tonsils.
C'mon now; you know breakfast in bed at your house follows the same pattern...
2 comments :
I really enjoyed this story. I won't say which picture, especially, I enjoyed, but I giggled. A lot. But quietly, because it is very late here.
Quiet giggling is good. Mustn't wake the chickens!
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