Eleanor awoke an hour before the alarm and quickly woke her sisters. “Hurry, you guys, before the boys wake up,” she whispered.

“Okay, okay, I’m awake,” Brittany snapped.

Jeanette pulled herself out of bed. “It is our day to make breakfast.”

All three girls walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

“Yea, yea, I know,” Brittany grumbled. “Mornings would be better if they started at noon.” Her two sisters giggled. “Alright, girls, enough laughing at my expense.”

After they finished washing up and dressing for the day they made their way to the kitchen to start breakfast. When it came to cooking, Eleanor was the boss, giving orders to her two sisters. Eleanor was a sweet girl, but for her cooking was serious business.

Brittany hated taking orders from anyone, especially her baby sister and screamed at her for her criticism. “That’s enough, Eleanor. You make the Pancakes. I’ll set the table.”

“Okay, Sorry, Britt, but pancake making is an art form.”

Jeanette giggled as Brittany gave Eleanor a snide smirk. “Yea, right.”

A half hour later, most everything was done. “Wow,” Jeanette said. “It looks great.”

Yea,” Brittany said. “The table looks good, but it’s still missing something.” She thought a moment. “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.” Brittany flew out the back door and into the yard.

Jeanette and Eleanor looked confused, both shrugging their shoulders in confusion. A few minutes passed until Brittany returned, carrying a pretty bouquet of flowers.

“Those are very pretty,” Eleanor said.

“What’s a set table without a center piece?” Jeanette said.

Eleanor hopped up on the counter and reached for the top cabinet to find a glass vase for the flowers. She climbed down and brought the vase to the table. Brittany placed the flowers in the vase. She stepped back observing the table.

“Prefect,” she said. All three girls giggled, proud of their hard work.

At that moment Dave walked in. “Hmmmm. What smells so good?” He asked, breathing in the aroma.

“Breakfast is ready,” Eleanor said. “Are the boys awake?”

“If I know Alvin,” Brittany began, “he’s still snoring away. I’ll get them, even if I have to throw them out of bed myself.” She meant that more for Alvin than the other two chipmunks.