Three fair-haired brothers gather round a table. Two slouch on the worn leather bench, playing on iPads. The third, sits on a chair and reads the back of the condiments.
“What breakfast do you want?” asks dad.
“Breakfast,” says the eldest.
“Which breakfast? Small, traditional or large?” asks dad.
“Breakfast,” says the youngest.
“Do you want, one or two sausages. How many eggs? How many hash browns?” A valiant attempt to elicit specifics from teenagers.
“Breakfast,” says the middle brother, having finished reading the back of the ketchup.
“Helpful, as always,” says dad, ordering with a sigh and a grin.