Taking his job seriously, Daddy was always up at 5 a.m. and almost as early on the weekends, making sure he and the household was up and on time for events of the day.
A fine Saturday morning, I was in a deep slumber, when Daddy came knocking on my door. “Time to get up, you are going to be late for school!”
Rubbing my eyes and jumping from the bed, it took me a moment or two to realize it was Saturday and no school.
Daddy laughed and laughed and then announced that breakfast was ready.
You couldn’t argue this, Daddy was on time and he made the best breakfasts I have ever tasted, so there’s that and I soon forgot his joke, until I told it many times since.
Daddy and I a few years before the breakfast incident.
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