Tonight was breakfast dinner night. Pancakes, eggs, ham, and freshly made bread. It was all so good, but so hard to make. Your dad, David, was in charge of the ham and eggs, the bread already made and in the oven.

You were left in charge of the pancakes, and struggling a lot. You weren't a good chef like your dad, but you tried.

"You mind participating?" You asked rhetorically to the pancakes that seemed to go against you. David saw this and chuckled.

"Might have to take off points for burning those," he playfully says. He cracked some eggs and put them in the pan next to yours.