Breakfast

I woke up this morning craving a hearty breakfast. Brent and Brigitta had been in the trenches with each other all night and they were still snoozing so I took Liesel and Ireland to the local HyVee grocery store. Their hot breakfasts are yummy and the best deal around. After ordering, we sat down and Liesel immediately started complaining that she wanted to sit next to me. Since Ireland isn't too concerned with making a mess while she eats, I really need to be close enough to wipe her down now and again. I told Liesel I wanted her to sit across from me so we could play a game. Then I asked her to guess how many fingers I was holding up under the table. When she guessed I'd bring them above the table to see if she was right. After about 10 wrong guesses, she surreptitiously glanced under the table while she "sneezed." She then confidently told me, "1 or maybe 54". Do I have to tell you I just happened to be holding up 1 finger?

What'dya do? What'dya do? You're in jail!!!

Uh oh! Now I'M in jail! What'd I do? What'd I do?

I ordered a #7 which is 3 eggs, 3 sausage links, hash browns and toast, a side of 1 pancake, and requested an extra plate to divvy up all the food. When it came, I immediately began cutting up the pancake because I figured that's what the girls would want to eat first. To my surprise, Ireland slid that HUGE order of food right in front of her thinking it was all hers while Liesel and I would share the 1 pancake. The woman who brought out our food laughed all the way back to the kitchen.

There are a group of elderly but spry men who often have breakfast together at HyVee. Many of them wear feed grain caps and they clearly enjoy each other. We beat them there but a couple of them arrived and started pulling tables together for when the rest joined them. One of them noticed Liesel and said, "hi" when he was unexpectedly pulled into a rather long conversation about her pancakes. He was so sweet to patiently listen to her tell him all about how good they were and how she really liked pancakes. Oh how I love Iowans! Some of the nicest people around.