I wasn't sure what to expect since Ashley had been up by herself for an hour or so on a Saturday morning.
I came downstairs to find the table set, eggs cracked in bowls, a pan on the stove, bread in the toaster.
"I waited for you to come downstairs because I know I need a grownup to use the stove." (You have to know my impulsive daughter to appreciate just how impressive that is.")
She then proceeded (with a little adult supervision) to make us breakfast.
A couple of weeks later, she and her brother decided to take the breakfast preparations to another level. Andy and I were instructed to wait until they told us to come downstairs.
We were greeted by their hostess table,
an elaborately set table,
and menus.
And then they set to work
Another great breakfast . . .
. . . I might get spoiled if this keeps up!
