Post by Instructor Kaipo on Aug 10, 2007 18:15:49 GMT -8
Up and going. She woman sighed cheerfully as she finished scrambling the eggs, browning the bacon, and toasting the morning toast. Tucking a feathery white-blond lock behind un-pierced ear, she loaded the plates with breakfast, set them on the table, filled the glasses with orange, another with grapefruit juice, and a third with milk.
Turning, her skirt flaring slightly as she moved to the stairs, she stood at the base and yelled, "Завтрак готов!" ("Breakfast is ready")
First down the stairs came the tow headed eight year old. Dressed in his uniform, hair un-brushed and flaring wildly, rubbing his eyes- she sighed, he'd slept in his uniform. Now she'd have to at least press the jacket- it was all wrinkled and crumb covered...cookies in bed again. "Morning Mama," he yawned, hugging her leg before heading to the kitchen.
She wrinkled her nose, "Tyson, Дайте Momma вашу куртку.."("Tyson, give Momma your jacket.")
The little boy, turned around, his lower lip trembling slightly, all he was able to emanate was a sleepy whine.
She crossed her arms, smiled, "Не заплачьте. Дайте Momma вашу куртку." ("Don't cry. Give Mamma your jacket.")
Sadly, he took off his jacket and gave it to her. She smiled, kissed his cheek and he giggled, "Ewww, Mom!" Then ran to the kitchen.
Shaking her head, she looked up the stairs, "AMILE! Завтрак готов!"
Down came the fourteen year old diva. Her long blond hair brushed, light pink lipstick applied, torn jeans and white t-shirt looking a little dirty, "I heard you, Mother! God can't you just realize that it takes a girl my age longer to get ready. I mean just because you have that tired 'teacher' look down doesn't mean I have to abide by it."
Raising an eyebrow, she gave her daughter a narrow look, "An who pays for all dis?"
The teen crossed her arms, heaved a sigh, "Ma-oooom. Just because you pay for it doesn't mean I have to follow your timelines."
"Very true. But da next tyme joo need somethink that iz not related to school. I suppose joo will 'ave a job, da? No more askin' Momma for anythink."
Blue eyes grew huge, "MA-OOOOM. You know I'm not old enough to work!"
She laughed, going to the kitchen, "She is wronk again. Newspaper delibery is always lookink for enerketic youth."
He daughter threw herself into a chair, grabbed her orange juice and sipped it, "Whatever, Mother. Morning, Brat."
"I AM NOT A BRAT! DRAMA QUEEN!" Tyson, the younger instantly screamed, spraying half chewed eggs all over the table.
"I AM NOT A DRAMA QUEEN, SHORTY!" Amile screeched, nearly knocking her juice over.
"ENOUGH!" her voice roared over her children.
Both children froze. Looked up at her, crossing her arms she growled softly, "Is it so much to ask for one mornink where we do not fight and 'ave a nice 'appy morning breakfast?"
Amile blushed, bowed her head, "私は謝ります." ("I apologize.")
Tyson sniffled, bowed his head, "Sowwy, Momma."
Sighing Okapi shook her head, "Accepted. Now, finish joor breakfast. I will iron the jacket and we will get movin'. Da? First day at school- joo both are just a bundal of nerves."
Thus the end of one morning at the Okapi home.
Turning, her skirt flaring slightly as she moved to the stairs, she stood at the base and yelled, "Завтрак готов!" ("Breakfast is ready")
First down the stairs came the tow headed eight year old. Dressed in his uniform, hair un-brushed and flaring wildly, rubbing his eyes- she sighed, he'd slept in his uniform. Now she'd have to at least press the jacket- it was all wrinkled and crumb covered...cookies in bed again. "Morning Mama," he yawned, hugging her leg before heading to the kitchen.
She wrinkled her nose, "Tyson, Дайте Momma вашу куртку.."("Tyson, give Momma your jacket.")
The little boy, turned around, his lower lip trembling slightly, all he was able to emanate was a sleepy whine.
She crossed her arms, smiled, "Не заплачьте. Дайте Momma вашу куртку." ("Don't cry. Give Mamma your jacket.")
Sadly, he took off his jacket and gave it to her. She smiled, kissed his cheek and he giggled, "Ewww, Mom!" Then ran to the kitchen.
Shaking her head, she looked up the stairs, "AMILE! Завтрак готов!"
Down came the fourteen year old diva. Her long blond hair brushed, light pink lipstick applied, torn jeans and white t-shirt looking a little dirty, "I heard you, Mother! God can't you just realize that it takes a girl my age longer to get ready. I mean just because you have that tired 'teacher' look down doesn't mean I have to abide by it."
Raising an eyebrow, she gave her daughter a narrow look, "An who pays for all dis?"
The teen crossed her arms, heaved a sigh, "Ma-oooom. Just because you pay for it doesn't mean I have to follow your timelines."
"Very true. But da next tyme joo need somethink that iz not related to school. I suppose joo will 'ave a job, da? No more askin' Momma for anythink."
Blue eyes grew huge, "MA-OOOOM. You know I'm not old enough to work!"
She laughed, going to the kitchen, "She is wronk again. Newspaper delibery is always lookink for enerketic youth."
He daughter threw herself into a chair, grabbed her orange juice and sipped it, "Whatever, Mother. Morning, Brat."
"I AM NOT A BRAT! DRAMA QUEEN!" Tyson, the younger instantly screamed, spraying half chewed eggs all over the table.
"I AM NOT A DRAMA QUEEN, SHORTY!" Amile screeched, nearly knocking her juice over.
"ENOUGH!" her voice roared over her children.
Both children froze. Looked up at her, crossing her arms she growled softly, "Is it so much to ask for one mornink where we do not fight and 'ave a nice 'appy morning breakfast?"
Amile blushed, bowed her head, "私は謝ります." ("I apologize.")
Tyson sniffled, bowed his head, "Sowwy, Momma."
Sighing Okapi shook her head, "Accepted. Now, finish joor breakfast. I will iron the jacket and we will get movin'. Da? First day at school- joo both are just a bundal of nerves."
Thus the end of one morning at the Okapi home.
