Part Three: Breakfast
"Get her some breakfast if she wants, don't wait for us." Peggy called as Molly yelled loudly. Margaret wrapped her robe tightly and tiptoed to the next room where Ryan was still sleeping, despite Molly's hollering.
"Ssh, Sweet Pea, other people are still sleeping." Margaret lifted Molly and went to the room across the hall.
"See?" Margaret asked, peeking in the door. "Aunty Peg and Uncle Beej are still asleep." Molly quietened but still gurgled softly to herself. Margaret knew that Peggy had heard them, but she still emphasised the point to her daughter.
"Beej?" Molly queried, blue eyes lighting up happily. Margaret smiled at her daughter.
"Yes Beej, now let's get you some breakfast."
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Molly gleefully squeezed her toast, jam covering her small fingers. Margaret was trying to drink her coffee, stay awake and see that Molly did not feed Waggle, the hopeful Spaniel, her toast.
"Mol my Sweetness, no, Waggle doesn't need breakfast." Margaret caught Molly's arm mid-throw and the dog danced hopefully around her ankles.
"Here, have some cereal." Margaret gave Molly a bowl of cornflakes in front of her daughter. Molly stirred her breakfast with her toast.
Erin appeared at the bottom of the stairs, sleepy-eyed and still in her Pj's. Her wide yawn and Molly's excited pointing drew Margaret's attention to her.
"Good morning Erin Angel, would you like some cornflakes?" Erin stifled a yawn and nodded.
"Yes please Aunty Megs." She climbed into a stool next to Molly's highchair behind the countertop. Molly squealed and reached for Erin's tangled brown hair with her hands. Margaret sighed, gave Erin her cereal and slid Molly two feet further away.
"Goodness Sweet Pea, you're such a mess maker." Margaret wiped her daughter's sticky face and hands with a facecloth. Molly thumped her spoon into her bowl, spraying milk and cornflakes into her mother's face.
"Beej, Beej, Beej, Beej, Beej!" She crowed triumphantly, banging her spoon with every word. Erin giggled as Margaret tried to stop her. She removed the bowl and spoon from Molly's possession and began to wipe up the mess, trying to ignore the milk dripping from her eyebrows.
"Hello Angel, good morning Margaret," The ladies in question turned, BJ wearing his blue robe stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"Daddy!" Erin threw herself at her father, forgetting her breakfast.
"Hi BJ," BJ squeezed Margaret's shoulder warmly before swinging his little girl into the air.
"How's my favourite girl?" He cradled her like a baby.
"I'm good daddy," She giggled and BJ put her down in her seat so she could finish breakfast.
"Hello baby," He ruffled Molly's hair. She squealed joyfully and threw sticky hands up to him, rubbing jam into his moustache.
"Dada!" She hollered as BJ lifted her.
"I see she slept well." BJ dryly commented as Molly cuddled into him.
"Daddy" Molly murmured as she snuggled peacefully into his chest.
"BJ, you said Margaret was coming, but is there something I should know about Molly?" Peggy asked, coming downstairs.
"No, she's just a little loony, she calls every man she sees daddy." Margaret explained as she took Molly, having finished mopping the cereal up.
Peggy chuckled as she kissed the top of Erin's head.
"How are you this morning my little Angel?" She asked, and Erin answered her through a mouthful of food.
"Where can I clean her up?" Margaret asked, holding Molly at arms' length. The little girl was still trying to rub her hands on something.
"Upstairs and to your right. Next to Shortcake's room. Beej, would you check if the girls are up?" BJ and Margaret went upstairs while Erin finished breakfast.
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"Knock, knock, Shortcake, Danielle, are you awake?" BJ went into the Grace's room. His daughter and Danielle were having a tea party in their nightgowns.
"Good morning Miss Honnicut, do you mind if I join you for a cup of tea?" Grace looked around the room with her big eyes and smiled shyly, offering BJ a pretend cup. He 'drank' it noisily, sitting down with the girls.
"When did you get up Shortcake?" BJ looked at his daughter. She'd had enough socialising for the minute and was pulling away.
"When mummy did." Danielle offered and BJ rubbed the straight back hair affectionately.
"Okay then, would my Shortcake like some real breakfast?" The five-year-old nodded and BJ smiled at Danielle.
"What about you sweetheart? And what do people call you?"
"I'm daddy's princess!" She announced proudly. BJ slung a girl over each shoulder, and started singing as he carried them downstairs.
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"Get her some breakfast if she wants, don't wait for us." Peggy called as Molly yelled loudly. Margaret wrapped her robe tightly and tiptoed to the next room where Ryan was still sleeping, despite Molly's hollering.
"Ssh, Sweet Pea, other people are still sleeping." Margaret lifted Molly and went to the room across the hall.
"See?" Margaret asked, peeking in the door. "Aunty Peg and Uncle Beej are still asleep." Molly quietened but still gurgled softly to herself. Margaret knew that Peggy had heard them, but she still emphasised the point to her daughter.
"Beej?" Molly queried, blue eyes lighting up happily. Margaret smiled at her daughter.
"Yes Beej, now let's get you some breakfast."
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Molly gleefully squeezed her toast, jam covering her small fingers. Margaret was trying to drink her coffee, stay awake and see that Molly did not feed Waggle, the hopeful Spaniel, her toast.
"Mol my Sweetness, no, Waggle doesn't need breakfast." Margaret caught Molly's arm mid-throw and the dog danced hopefully around her ankles.
"Here, have some cereal." Margaret gave Molly a bowl of cornflakes in front of her daughter. Molly stirred her breakfast with her toast.
Erin appeared at the bottom of the stairs, sleepy-eyed and still in her Pj's. Her wide yawn and Molly's excited pointing drew Margaret's attention to her.
"Good morning Erin Angel, would you like some cornflakes?" Erin stifled a yawn and nodded.
"Yes please Aunty Megs." She climbed into a stool next to Molly's highchair behind the countertop. Molly squealed and reached for Erin's tangled brown hair with her hands. Margaret sighed, gave Erin her cereal and slid Molly two feet further away.
"Goodness Sweet Pea, you're such a mess maker." Margaret wiped her daughter's sticky face and hands with a facecloth. Molly thumped her spoon into her bowl, spraying milk and cornflakes into her mother's face.
"Beej, Beej, Beej, Beej, Beej!" She crowed triumphantly, banging her spoon with every word. Erin giggled as Margaret tried to stop her. She removed the bowl and spoon from Molly's possession and began to wipe up the mess, trying to ignore the milk dripping from her eyebrows.
"Hello Angel, good morning Margaret," The ladies in question turned, BJ wearing his blue robe stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"Daddy!" Erin threw herself at her father, forgetting her breakfast.
"Hi BJ," BJ squeezed Margaret's shoulder warmly before swinging his little girl into the air.
"How's my favourite girl?" He cradled her like a baby.
"I'm good daddy," She giggled and BJ put her down in her seat so she could finish breakfast.
"Hello baby," He ruffled Molly's hair. She squealed joyfully and threw sticky hands up to him, rubbing jam into his moustache.
"Dada!" She hollered as BJ lifted her.
"I see she slept well." BJ dryly commented as Molly cuddled into him.
"Daddy" Molly murmured as she snuggled peacefully into his chest.
"BJ, you said Margaret was coming, but is there something I should know about Molly?" Peggy asked, coming downstairs.
"No, she's just a little loony, she calls every man she sees daddy." Margaret explained as she took Molly, having finished mopping the cereal up.
Peggy chuckled as she kissed the top of Erin's head.
"How are you this morning my little Angel?" She asked, and Erin answered her through a mouthful of food.
"Where can I clean her up?" Margaret asked, holding Molly at arms' length. The little girl was still trying to rub her hands on something.
"Upstairs and to your right. Next to Shortcake's room. Beej, would you check if the girls are up?" BJ and Margaret went upstairs while Erin finished breakfast.
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"Knock, knock, Shortcake, Danielle, are you awake?" BJ went into the Grace's room. His daughter and Danielle were having a tea party in their nightgowns.
"Good morning Miss Honnicut, do you mind if I join you for a cup of tea?" Grace looked around the room with her big eyes and smiled shyly, offering BJ a pretend cup. He 'drank' it noisily, sitting down with the girls.
"When did you get up Shortcake?" BJ looked at his daughter. She'd had enough socialising for the minute and was pulling away.
"When mummy did." Danielle offered and BJ rubbed the straight back hair affectionately.
"Okay then, would my Shortcake like some real breakfast?" The five-year-old nodded and BJ smiled at Danielle.
"What about you sweetheart? And what do people call you?"
"I'm daddy's princess!" She announced proudly. BJ slung a girl over each shoulder, and started singing as he carried them downstairs.
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