I was making pancakies in the kitchen with my little sister Genevieve. We call her Genny though. Our Mummy and Daddy were asleep. I remembereded Daddy saying I wasn't allowed to cook things on my own even though I was 5 whole years old.
"Genny, you stay here. I'm getting Daddy." I didn't want to wake up Mummy because she was feeling icky. So I whispered, "Daddy, wake up."
"What's wrong?"
"Come." He followed me. "Sit. I'm making pancakies."
"Go ahead. I'll tidy up."
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Daddy kissed Mummy awake when we were done.
"Mummy? Genny and I bringded breakfast for you."
