MODERN BREAKFAST

donuts
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!
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Short story based on picture prompt.   JSW Prompt.

 

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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16 Responses to MODERN BREAKFAST

  1. pranabaxom says:

    I don’t have grandkids yet but I do understand how you feel.

  2. judyjourneys says:

    Grandmothers have so much in common. Way to go, Oneta!

  3. Faye says:

    Grandmothers everywhere would understand this story. Thanks Oneta for sharing.

  4. oneta hayes says:

    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. 😀

  5. calmkate says:

    lol sounds like you are having a great time … enjoy, they will be gone too soon 🙂

  6. athling2001 says:

    Great response. I can just see that happening, then again, I’m glad the father made the effort. Reposted to my blog.

  7. athling2001 says:

    Reblogged this on A Writer's Life and commented:
    Wonderful response to the JSW prompt. Thanks for chiming in, oneta hayee!

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