September Morning

​     Eggs sizzle, plates rattle from the cupboard.  Sleepy-eyed kids trudge to the breakfast table.
     “Scrambled or over-easy?  The bus will be here in fifteen minutes.”
     “The roads is muddy, he’ll be late.”
     “Pass the plate of bacon.”
     “Say ‘please’ John.”
     “Please.”
     “Hay to put up after school.”
     Lined up, wool shirts, lunch boxes, Arithmetic and Reading books in hand.
     “Can I take my slingshot?”
     “Only if you’re careful, now get down the driveway and don’t step in the puddles.”