My alarm went off at 7:00am sharp this morning, and with it, I heard some banging noise from our kitchen.
Our daughter was already dressed for the day, and for whatever reason without any advance notice, she started preparing our breakfast. Swinging her messy hair, she was running back and forth between the kitchen and dining table, with a huge smile on her face.
Still in our pajamas with our droopy eyes, my husband & I looked at each other in amusement. Peeking from the side of her eyes, she knew we were looking. I could tell she was enjoying our attention. Diligently putting plates & cutlery (as well as Dutch appelstroop & cheese) on the dining table, she pretended she hadn’t noticed our presence.
After a while, with a little help from me, she even made our coffee using the Italian mocha maker with frothy warm milk (microwaved, but still).
At the age of 6, our daughter has proudly mastered the Dutch style breakfast in style.
Very cute. No chocolate sprinkles though 😉
Hehe it came afterwards 😉