Morning Feast

Reading isn't a concept my kids associate with holidays, but sometimes you have to push an idea. With breakfast, four of us (and cat) piled into the big bed and those who can read did. The big girl slopped up tinned guava, the boy went for baked beans in BBQ sauce, bub had a bottle and predictably, I had consecutive cups of tea. It was cosy and familial for the 20 minutes it lasted.