Being Sunday today, I am reminded of my childhood days..when my three siblings and I looked forward to Sunday breakfast..
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Sunday breakfasts were always a treat.
Dad donned his blue apron, looking smart
As he ventured into the kitchen.
Mom slept late, while we willing helpers
Stood around awaiting instructions.

Looking back, I'd say -  those were the days
We were very enthusiastic,
We loved Dad's democratic approach.
The menu was discussed openly,
Then tasks allotted to each of us.

The younger two kids were entrusted
With setting up the dining table,
Taking out the pots and pans needed.
Whilst we, the older two, handled eggs
And the more delicate tasks for him.

Mom woke up to noise and the flavour
Of fried bacon, freshly brewed coffee.
The little ones felt very important,
Serving up hot breakfast from the kitchen.
We wished everyday could be Sunday!

With limited culinary skills,
Dad was truly a great Manager -
A trait I identified later.
He made us do ordinary stuff,
With extraordinary pleasure!