Sunday Morning Tips

Sunrise found me at the chicken pen stealing fresh eggs from the hens Scratching in the early morning sunshine for their own breakfast of fresh earth worms. Slipping quietly back into the kitchen. I could still smell the Garlic bread from last nights spaghetti supper. Stumbling over his left out toy truck, I leaned close to his blond head resting on his pillow and whispered to my brother that we should surprise our parents. With a soft chuckle and a smile he hopped from his bed. "You wake up curly," I said nodding towards the baby girl And I'll start the coffee. I had everything ready by the time they appeared, their blue eyes shining. Happy that I asked them for their help. "Walk slow now", I warned as they carried the trays. He hurried to knock upon the closed bedroom door. Tiny fist barely making any noise. His plate of toast held above his head. She right behind him, grinning with a tray of butter and jelly. I always came last with plates of grits and eggs, And bacon or sausage if we had any. "OH my goodness!" Daddy said. Opening the door in his robe. "Look Mama!" he said as if truly surprised. "Good Job" I told my helpers as they ate in the kitchen. "Good job" I told them again as they carried emptied dishes. "Excellent Job" I told myself smiling a sneaky smile on those Sunday mornings that I slipped all three of the dollar tips into my front pocket!