The True Adventures of Little Kathy - In Which Kathy Makes Breakfast

Not only breakfast, but breakfast on Mother's Day.

Kathy was all of four years old, if that. Ever determined to be independent, Kathy wanted to make breakfast for Mother all by herself.

After waking up at 6 a.m.,  Kathy peeked through the keyhole of the master bedroom to see if Mommy and Daddy were still asleep.  Check.  

Kathy went to the kitchen, wondering how to make breakfast.

Problem was, Kathy had never made breakfast before. Sure, she'd baked a cake, baked cookies and made an omelet in her little plug-in oven, but she'd never used the real thing.

Kathy went to the bread box and pulled out two slices of Wonder Bread and put the bread in the toaster. Nothing happened.

She hit the side of her head, playfully, as she'd seen cartoon characters do on TV, knowing that a light bulb often goes off in the character's mind when you hit yourself upside the head. She was certain the cartoon characters didn't feel the slight zing of pain that Kathy felt when she hit herself upside the head.

Yep, the light bulb went off. Kathy pushed down the thingamajig on the toaster. Kathy then went to the fridge and took out the butter and began to slice the cold, hard butter, finding it more difficult than she imagined.

The toast popped up. Nope, too light. Again, Kathy pushed down the thingamajig

And then she proceeded to make coffee.

Having watched Mother make coffee every day for her (Kathy's) entire life, Kathy  knew exactly how to make it.

Water in the percolater, scoop the Folger's into the percolater and turn on the gas. Yep, having a system is great, Kathy thought. 

 Mommy will be so happy. 

Kathy climbed up on top of the kitchen counter, then stood on her tiptoes to reach high up in the cupboard where the Folger's was. Kathy then jumped down from the counter,  and added a special little crouch as she landed, pretending she was a wild animal in the jungle.

Lady Tarzan, where are you? I need you to rescue my wild animals.

Kathy was off and running as Lady Tarzan; she ran around the kitchen twice as the coffee pot boiled on the stove. 

The toast popped up.

Oops, too dark. Oh well, I think Mommy will eat it, anyway.

Kathy scraped the blackened crumbs off the toast, put it on a tray and climbed up onto the kitchen counter once more to get a coffee cup that was hanging up in one of the upper cupboards. 

Kathy stretched and reached for the cup; she was just tall enough to grab it.

Now to pour some of that coffee for Mommy.

Oh oh, Mommy's coffee doesn't have the bumpy things in it, Kathy thouht, noticing the grounds in the pot. Oh well, maybe they will fall to the bottom and Mommy will still drink it.  

Kathy put the toast and coffee on the tray and held the tray that was longer than her arms as she walked carefully to Mommy and Daddy's room.

Open up, Mommy, I have a surprise for you. Kathy repeated this again before the door opened.

What is it, Kathy? Mother wore her blue silk robe and her long, chestnut hair fell in waves down her back.  

Happy Mother's Day, Mommy. I made breakfast for you.

Mother looked at the toast, saw it was burnt, but said: Thank you, Kathy. It is just the way I like it.

Mother looked at the coffee, saw it had grounds in it but said: Thank you, Kathy, it is just the way I like it. 

Kathy beamed at her mother's obviously honest apprecation of her efforts. Mother put the tray aside and said: Come here, Kathy, I want to hug you. I'll save the tray for later. 

Kathy melted into the arms of her mother for a long moment. Then Mother spoke: 

What are you going to do now, Kathy? Play outside?

 Yep, I'm Lady Tarzan, saving the wild animals in the jungle. All by myself. 

Continued from:  The True Adventures of Little Kathy - In Which Kathy Proves She was a SCAMP

Continued from Hi, My Name is Kathy, and ---

 Copyright (c) 2007 Kathryn Esplin-Oleski