After a few false starts I am living my
fatherhood dream. The girls and I have a Saturday morning routine to go out for
breakfast. The girls now have a drama class salary mornings. When it is my
morning to wake up with them I take them to a local breakfast place that M
found. It has been pretty good.
The girls are gone into the routine
themselves. They know exactly what they want each time we go. It also caution
me that I need to remember the order the right kind of. In their speak that
means I need to tell the man that they want scrambled eggs instead of sunny
side up.
The girls have settled into having
scrambled eggs, sausages, and pancakes. They can be so similar at times and so
different at the same time. They both love the same meal. Yet A eats her pancakes
first then the eggs and sausage. She wants yummy pancakes straight away.
T on the other hand eats all of her eggs and sausage first. She does not touch the pancakes until she’s done with everything else. I have asked on at least two occasions why she is doing it. Her responses “it is my desert.”
The second time I queried her I kinda knew the answer. I asked anyway because her response just makes me smile.