Kylie was helping me prepare breakfast and was in charge of washing the strawberries. She decided a sink full of water would do the trick, and she spent more time playing in the sink than she did preparing breakfast. But as I heard her telling the strawberries that she will put them in the bowl with their friends, it took me back to my child-like heart. I was a little girl who imagined every inanimate object to have feelings, and friends.
Breakfast is our weekend's special meal. We usually have biscuits and gravy, eggs, and either bacon or sausage. Sometimes we switch it up and have pancakes, breakfast burritos, or "stuff" which consists of eggs, hash browns, veggies, and sausage all cooked together.
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