Father's day
It was father's day and we wanted to make that sunday very special for our dad. "Do you think we could prepare breakfast for Dad all by ourselves?" I asked Moom on Saturday nigh, right on the eve of Father's Day. "Of course", said Moom "I am sure it 'll be the best breakfast of his life. At least he"ll never forget it, I am sure". "Look, I have a plan", Moom waved to my five- year old brother, chris, to come closer so that we could discuss it all together. According to Moom's plan, she would take Dorothe, our baby sister, for a walk early the next morning. Chris and I would cook breakfast for dad and give it to him as a surprise. I was assigned to be the boss, which was prefectly fair as I was a year and a half older than Chris. The next morning, I aranged all the foods on the kitchen table. Chris was watching me with respect. "Dad always complains that Mum gives him porridge or cornflaces for breakfast. We need to make something different" I said. "Good idea", nooded chris. "Let's make a meat pie". I had no reason to say no. Way took the metal thin Mum usually used when she made pies. I put some flour in it poured in a bit of milk, and beat in one egg the I stirred the stuff with aspoon and eat looked quite smillar to the dough Mum usually used for her pie. Chris found some beef mince in the freezer and gave it to me. The mince was too hard to be sprear on top the pie. After a short discussion, we decided to leave it was. The head in the oven. Would cook it anyway. We were careful to put some salt and peper on the meat as Dad prferred his food spicy. "Well, it is almost ready" , I rubbed my hands. "Cooking is easy. Dad always says the same. Why does Mum make so much fuss about it?" The only problem was the oven as we did not know how to switch it on. But it was not a good reason to wake up Dad of course. The microwave was a perfect alternative to the oven. We put the pie in it and turned it on when were making coffee, we dropped the cattle on the floor and it obviously woke up Dad. Or it cold have been the fire. Alarm which started to wile because we had left our pie in the microwave a bit longer than it probably need. Anyway, we heard Dads pootsteps on the staircase but his coffee was not ready yet! to save him from this. Disappointment, Cheris opened the hot water tap, poured some water in to Dads cup and put. Two tablespoons of instant coffee in it. It did not smel like the coffee from the coffee machine Mum usually made. But, on the other hand, Dad always complained that is coffee was to hot for him to drink. So hot that it and the traffic jams of course made him late to his office. Our coffee was not hot at all. When Dad rushed in to the kitchen, he looked very surprised. The table was laid-his pie and his coffe was served parfectly in time, not like on the morning when Mum made his breakfast at this very moment the doorbell rang. It was Mum with dorothi. Mum said she had reserved are table for all of us in the caffee shop with our favourite PlayStation and asked us to hurry. Cheris an I rushed to our room to get dressed. Dad was really quick with his breakfast. When we looked in the kitchen, his plate and his cup were already empty. He is a really big eater, our Dad! in the coffee shop he had a hearty breakfast too-the second on of the day
It was father's day and we wanted to make that sunday very special for our dad. "Do you think we could prepare breakfast for Dad all by ourselves?" I asked Moom on Saturday nigh, right on the eve of Father's Day. "Of course", said Moom "I am sure it 'll be the best breakfast of his life. At least he"ll never forget it, I am sure". "Look, I have a plan", Moom waved to my five- year old brother, chris, to come closer so that we could discuss it all together. According to Moom's plan, she would take Dorothe, our baby sister, for a walk early the next morning. Chris and I would cook breakfast for dad and give it to him as a surprise. I was assigned to be the boss, which was prefectly fair as I was a year and a half older than Chris. The next morning, I aranged all the foods on the kitchen table. Chris was watching me with respect. "Dad always complains that Mum gives him porridge or cornflaces for breakfast. We need to make something different" I said. "Good idea", nooded chris. "Let's make a meat pie". I had no reason to say no. Way took the metal thin Mum usually used when she made pies. I put some flour in it poured in a bit of milk, and beat in one egg the I stirred the stuff with aspoon and eat looked quite smillar to the dough Mum usually used for her pie. Chris found some beef mince in the freezer and gave it to me. The mince was too hard to be sprear on top the pie. After a short discussion, we decided to leave it was. The head in the oven. Would cook it anyway. We were careful to put some salt and peper on the meat as Dad prferred his food spicy. "Well, it is almost ready" , I rubbed my hands. "Cooking is easy. Dad always says the same. Why does Mum make so much fuss about it?" The only problem was the oven as we did not know how to switch it on. But it was not a good reason to wake up Dad of course. The microwave was a perfect alternative to the oven. We put the pie in it and turned it on when were making coffee, we dropped the cattle on the floor and it obviously woke up Dad. Or it cold have been the fire. Alarm which started to wile because we had left our pie in the microwave a bit longer than it probably need. Anyway, we heard Dads pootsteps on the staircase but his coffee was not ready yet! to save him from this. Disappointment, Cheris opened the hot water tap, poured some water in to Dads cup and put. Two tablespoons of instant coffee in it. It did not smel like the coffee from the coffee machine Mum usually made. But, on the other hand, Dad always complained that is coffee was to hot for him to drink. So hot that it and the traffic jams of course made him late to his office. Our coffee was not hot at all. When Dad rushed in to the kitchen, he looked very surprised. The table was laid-his pie and his coffe was served parfectly in time, not like on the morning when Mum made his breakfast at this very moment the doorbell rang. It was Mum with dorothi. Mum said she had reserved are table for all of us in the caffee shop with our favourite PlayStation and asked us to hurry. Cheris an I rushed to our room to get dressed. Dad was really quick with his breakfast. When we looked in the kitchen, his plate and his cup were already empty. He is a really big eater, our Dad! in the coffee shop he had a hearty breakfast too-the second on of the day
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