But, today was not a day to think of the bad - in the short thirty seconds of being awake Greg had already smelt the sweet smell of Susan’s heavenly pancakes. When ever he smelt her cooking he swore he was dreaming, her cooking was one of the things that he liked most about his wife.
Enough dilly-dallying he thought. Time to get ready for work… oh, wait, it's Saturday! Cool! Time to really enjoy Susan's cooking! Greg hauled his substantial self out of bed and headed into the ensuite. Stepping into the shower (extra-wide, just like himself) he started singing, tunefully, as he lathered up and scrubbed the weekdays dirty off his generous self. Saturdays were family days, and Greg enjoyed them thoroughly - there was always a good breakfast (and 'good' to Greg would be 'enormous' to most people), then usually family time - the yard, the park, a hike, a game, a skate, something for them all to do all together. Greg had always hoped for a boy to follow in his football footsteps - but Junior had never shown any interest, and never had his size - seemed to take after his mother's family! But the boy did like hiking and the outdoors, as well as his eternal chess, and the two girls were big on outdoor stuff too - Lucy, like her Dad, seemed to need it to relax - and, athlete that she was, she was tireless - and little Mary, the apple of her Daddy's eye, always kept up. Susan and Greg had bonded over hiking, so in the end it was only Rufus who didn't always come.
Feeling refreshed, and ravenous, Greg steps out of the shower and dresses in his favourite hiking shorts and fleece shirt. Bouncing down the stairs, he sweeps past the kids in the family room, who scramble up to greet him. He notices that Junior seems to have a little puppy fat on him - growth spurt? Maybe puberty was finally going to do him some good! Greg seats himself quickly at the table, noting that, along with her heavenly pancakes, and a big bowl of fresh fruit salad, this morning Susan has prepared a mound of...