Lulu’s Kisses_(1)
Monday morning. I’ve just finished making breakfast for the two most beautiful women on the planet—my wife and daughter—who’re probably getting ready to come downstairs any minute now. I work from home, so I usually cook so that my wife can leave and come home easier. My daughter’s in high school, but I’ll teach how how eventually. Rather, she’ll make me teach her—that girl just loves learning new things. She may not like cooking for her mother, though; Lulu can be really picky. Speaking of, the first to make it downstairs is Lulu, my wife. “Honey, did you leave mine sunny-side-up? You know that’s how I like my eggs.” “Yes, honey, I-“ “And the bacon isn’t too crispy is it?” “No, it’s just fi-“ “Is the toast toasted? You have to toast the toast. If …