Mrs. Hardy looked into Franks room cautiously. She thought she heard him moving around, but right there in front of her, he was fast asleep. The clock said 6:30. Hmmm. She than looked in on Joe. He seemed to be sleeping to. But this was usual, right? She headed back to her room, and started the shower.
Once he heard the water running, fourteen-year-old, dark-haired Frank Hardy sat up, waited a moment, and went to get his blonde thirteen-year-old brother Joe. Once the two brothers were both awake and dressed, they went down to the kitchen, where they were greeted by their handsome, tall, and famous father, Fenton.
"You boys ready?" he asked.
They both nodded.
"Good. I'll get the spaghetti and eggs ready. Frank, you get the fruit cut, and Joe, you get the toast. If I know your mother, she'll be out in twenty minutes, ready to get you boys up."
Frank headed for the fridge. He got out strawberries and peaches. He obtained the knife from the drawer, and promptly got to cutting.
Joe did likewise. Except he cut bread, and not fruit. And he did it with a bread knife.
In twenty minutes, just as their father had predicted, the shower had stopped, and their mother was calling for them to get up. After a few moments, she must've figured that they weren't in bed, and headed for the kitchen.
"Fenton," she began, "Have you seen the-"
She stopped short as they shouted, "Happy Mothers Day!"
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Happy Mothers Day.