"Daaaaddy!"

Bright sat on the couch, flicking through the newspaper, occasionally sipping his coffee. Hathaway ran up to him, tottering as fast as his 6 year old legs could until he tackled Bright's legs in a bid for his attention. Bright looked under his paper and down at his son.

"Daddy, I'm hungry! Make brekkies!"

Brekkies, Hathaway's word for breakfast. Bright chuckled and laid the paper aside.

"Well how about I make you a knuckle sandwich?"

He lightly rapped Hathaway's forehead with his knuckles. Hathaway yelped and held his head and for some reason Bright found himself smiling.

"No? Ahh, you're too young for that joke I guess. Step back."

Hathaway moved away and Bright stood.

"Alright, let's go make you some brekkies."

Hathaway squealed in sudden happiness and raced off to the kitchen. Bright sighed a little.

I wonder how long this energy will last.

He walked into the kitchen where Hathaway had already pulled himself into a chair.

"What do you want?"

Bright pulled the fridge open and looked inside.

"Eggs! Eggseggseggseggseggs."

Bright pulled out two eggs, milk, and butter and set them on the counter as his son continued his wild chanting.

"Scrambled I take it."

Hathaway screamed in agreement and Bright quickly shushed him.

"Don't wake your mother up."

There was the loud scraping of the chair on the floor as Hathaway ran over.

"Daddy, I wanna watch!"

Bright stared down at him and pursed his lips. Then, he lifted Hathaway up and sat him on the counter.

"Now don't move alright? The stove gets hot and I don't want you to burn yourself."

Hathaway nodded and Bright turned the fire on a low flame and put the butter in. It melted a little and then he slowly nudged it around the pot. Setting that aside he cracked the two eggs into a measuring cup and whipped them, admittedly a bit more than necessary. He wanted to put on a show for Hathaway. Then, for the final touch he added in a little milk. He then poured the whole mixture into the pot and grabbed a spatula. Bright then began to scramble the eggs. All the while Hathaway sat and watched, occasionally gasping whenever Bright flipped them. Bright let the pan settle and turned off the fire.

"Alright Hathaway, go and get your dish!"

He set Hathaway down and he ran back to the table. Bright brought the pan over and gently nudged the eggs onto his plate. Hathaway grabbed his fork and happilly dug in. Bright smiled and ruffled his hair, before placing the pot in the sink. He turned back to Hathaway and frowned.

"Hathaway, you're making a mess. Here, let me help."

He grabbed a napkin and grabbed Hathaway's face and attempted to wipe off some of the egg. Hathaway whined and tried to pull his head away and their quarrel was stopped only by the appearance of Mirai. She stood there, swaying a little in tiredness, staring at her son and her husband. Bright realized she was there and stopped in his attack.

"Mirai, you're up!"

Hathaway prompted continued to scarf down the eggs and Bright walked over. Mirai pushed her hand in his face.

"Don't kiss me, I haven't brushed my teeth."

She then shuffled off, giving Hathaway a pat on the head and going into the bathroom. Bright cocked his head and leaned against the wall.

"You want anything for breakfast?"

"Eggs."

Mirai's voice answered and Bright found himself chuckling. He ran a hand through his hair and dug back into the fridge. This was going to be a good day.