It was an early Saturday morning, still dark outside, and your were making breakfast for your wife and two children, Camila and Gabriella (Camila is three and Gabriella is one). As you were cooking you felt arms wrap around your waist while hearing a soft Hispanic accent.

”Mi amor… what are you making for breakfast..? Let me guess, is it pancakes? You know Camila is gonna go crazy…” (the kids are still sleeping)