I am a big girl now, cuz I am three. I am being very good.
My Daddy told me to be good and help my Mommy. My Mommy doesn’t feel good. My little brother and I are making Mommy breakfast. (I have a new baby brother but he is sleeping; he is to little to help.)
I climbed up on the counter and got the pancake mix out of the cupboard. Then we got the milk, and a bowl; we put them on the floor. It’s hard to get the eggs to go in the bowl. We dropped an egg; its ok, we got some eggs in the bowl. We pour some mix in. I am stirring, Uncle comes in; I say “we are making pancakes.” Uncle says “Oh, may I help you”. I say, “Ok.”Uncle tells Mommy "Stay in bed,You'd better not come out to the kitchen for a while."
He says we should measure everything; he’s good at cracking eggs. We mix them up and cook them in the pan.
We take mommy her pancakes, and we all eat. Then we wash the kitchen cuz making pancakes is messy.