I busily turned the bacon in the pan, retrieved the eggs from the frig, set the butter out to soften, and opened the jar of fruit juice. The grandchildren are here. Time for a real breakfast. A break from cereal, donuts, or pop-tarts! So I thought.
I noticed the house was uncommonly quiet. Looked around. Nobody here except me. Who am I cooking for? I got the phone, called their dad.
“What happened to everyone,” I asked.
“Oh, I just took the kids out for a morning treat,” he responded.
My enthusiasm waned as I considered how my cooked breakfast was not going to mean much when challenged with donuts and orange juice in the paper boxes.
Minutes later the party members returned, complete with donuts, chocolate milk and juice in the trendy cartons.
I give dad credit. He didn’t let them eat the goodies until they gallantly ate Gramma’s cooking.
Now confession time. I ate the donut he brought for me while I put the finishing touches on the old fashioned kind of food. At least they waited for their bribe!
*****************
Sweet aroma 
I don’t have grandkids yet but I do understand how you feel.
Thanks for the comment. Things change but some things I still like the old fashioned way. 😀
Old is gold 😃
Grandmothers have so much in common. Way to go, Oneta!
I doubt that we will have much success in passing on breakfast of biscuit and gravy – at least my grandmother didn’t! Most of the time I did the big breakfast thing on Saturday about lunch time. 😀
I love sausage gravy and biscuit. How about grits? I fell in love with grits when I was in college in Tennessee.
My husband loves grits, but they are not my delight. They can’t replace my love of hashbrowns. 😀
Grandmothers everywhere would understand this story. Thanks Oneta for sharing.
I think most of us over fifty or so failed in the big breakfast category ourselves. Career women to a large extent. Some of us even left our kids eating cinnamon toast as we headed out the door. 😀
lol sounds like you are having a great time … enjoy, they will be gone too soon 🙂
You’re right. They get top priority treatment here. They have gone now; won’t be back for several weeks or months. They are a joy.
nice to know the generations still breakfast together 🙂
These little ones are 4-10 years old. They still dote on their Gramma.
oh they are still so sweet at that age, glad they appreciate you!
Great response. I can just see that happening, then again, I’m glad the father made the effort. Reposted to my blog.
Reblogged this on A Writer's Life and commented:
Wonderful response to the JSW prompt. Thanks for chiming in, oneta hayee!