Sunday Breakfast
I was all ready in my green dance costume when my mom called me down for breakfast.
"Surprise, surprise," I murmured.
I knew it was likely going to be eggs, and it was.
"How's my green dancer!" my mom asked, a little too excitedly.
"Mom i'm not a baby you don't have to talk to me like one!" I roared.
"Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," she mumbled.
We gobbled down our eggs and were out the door just a few minutes later. I danced my heart out and we started back home. We arrived home only to see smoke swimming around our house! I was petrified by how much smoke and gas i could smell. I guess now I know not to forget to turn the stove off after eggs.