What is it that inspires the kids to get off their butts and into the kitchen to make us breakfast?
Is it that we’re in vacation mode?
Sure, their Auntie J is the Pied Piper of fun with cooking, so I suspect after a quick morning dip in the pool, her suggestion that they come back and rustle up some breakfast grub inspired them, not to mention their empty bellies.
There are moments when cooperation rears its beautiful head, The Bickersons start collaborating, and all is well in the world.
There’s less “I call this one!” and more “Can I crack the eggs?” and “What can I do?”
Take, for instance, the other night when we spontaneously decided to boil up some crab legs and corn on the cob and red potatoes.
The kids were nothing but helpful and eager to find, load (and unload!) the cart with our targeted groceries. I smiled the whole way while they excitedly checked off the items from the list my daughter painstakingly drafted before our supermarket trip.
And the pièce de résistance: kids grabbing bags out of the trunk and lugging them to the front door without my asking.
Gotta be the sea air.