When vacations starts every day is Sunday and for kids it is funday. Whether it is the starting of the week or midday of the week, they demand make something nice. Now again that something nice haunts me, like I have written in my earlier posts too.
Today I made regular breakfast with some extra things to offer though was not sure of their reactions. It was omelette with baked tomatoes, galic bread, fruits and cold coffee. Voila! Kids were happy.
I really don’t understand the meaning of nice in their dictionary. But I am not complaining this time. 😉