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| Wednesday, June 07, 2006 |
| Breakfast |
This morning, Ata had porridge for breakfast. Yes, the time of Porridge is here. Well, actually Ata had her new super-porridge, fortified with bran and amaranth. The bran makes it crunchy. And calling it super-porridge makes it sound more interesting.
Mr Ata appeared in the kitchen.
"What can I have for breakfast?" he asked. Ata shrugged.
"Can I have porridge?" he persisted. "Will you make me porridge?"
"No" said Ata, who objects to making breakfast for perfectly capable adults. "Make your own porridge."
"But I don't know how!" protested Mr Ata. In the face of persistent uncaringness from Ata, he got the box out of the cupboard and, after instruction on where to find the third-of-a-cup measure, put porridge in his bowl. "What do I do next?" Mr Ata was in his cheerfullest mood this morning.
"Now," replied Ata "You put the third-of-a-cup measure on your head, and dance the Macarena."
"You see!" cried Mr Ata, "This is why I don't make porridge more often! I can't remember the steps!" |
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I like Mr. Ata. He is rather a humorous fellow.
(Now that I've written that, and know that it will be quoted to Mr. Ata, I agonize over whether it is a good enough quote. Ata, tell him instead that I adore his dry sense of humor. I don't sound quite so twitty that way.)
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I like Mr. Ata. He is rather a humorous fellow.
(Now that I've written that, and know that it will be quoted to Mr. Ata, I agonize over whether it is a good enough quote. Ata, tell him instead that I adore his dry sense of humor. I don't sound quite so twitty that way.)