Taking Care of Breakfast

This morning my wife was up early; earlier than me. Sleepily I kissed her ‘good morning’. She said, “I’m taking care of breakfast.”

Excited, I nearly jumped for joy when I said, “Really? You’re kidding, right? You never help with breakfast. Then again, you’re never awake this early. Oh boy! Do I get breakfast in bed?”

“Sure. If you’ll make the toast and pour the coffee,” Cathy replied, “breakfast will be ready.”

“Alright!” I said as I put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. “What are we having for breakfast?”

“Toast and coffee.”