Karen put her finger to her lip and thought for a few seconds and looked around at the items on the bench top. "How about I make you some breakfast as a reward for making my day more interesting?" she suggested perkily. I chortled at the idea, "Well that sounds great, what is on the menu? I hope it is something bigger than a thimble." I mocked.
"Ha! No faith in the power of your mini mum huh?" Karen replied sounding like she was pretending to be offended, "How about toast and coffee then?". "Really? Just how do you hope to achieve that?" I asked. "Easy! I just had some toast so everything I need is on the bench, and I just made a coffee so you can just have that." Karen replied cheekily. "Well the coffee sounds like a bit of a cheat!" I laughed, "But I am curious to see if you can get the toast done." I said picking up the coffee and taking a sip.
Karen then proceeded over to the loaf of bread, she had to walk into the plastic bag to retrieve the next slice, then struggling, she managed to drag it out and over to the toaster. Once at the toaster, she stood the bread vertically against the toaster and then pushed up from the bottom edge. It was a decent enough plan, but she just wasn't big enough to flip it into the toaster. I ended her struggle by giving her butt cheek a little push up and granting her enough height to complete the job as the bread slid into the slot, "Hey!" she squeaked, "I said I could do it myself!". "Sure..." I replied.
She then walked over to the lever and jumping up and down, using all of her weight, she managed to pull it down. "Piece of cake." she panted. She then pushed a small plate into position, somehow managed to open the butter container, and then standing next to the honey asked sheepishly, "Um... can you open the jar?". "I thought you were doing this yourself?" I noted. "Yes, but I sometimes ask you to open jars for me at normal size, so this is okay." she replied. "Fine, fine, keep making up your own rules." I laughed opening the jar and putting it next to the plate.
As soon the toast popped up, I just grabbed it and put it on the plate as I knew mum never could at her size. "Hey!" she complained again. "Oops, sorry, I forgot." I said. She pretended to scowl and then proceeded to pick up the butter knife and have at the butter. It was a bit cumbersome, but she wielded it surprisingly well considering and soon there was butter on the bread.
Next was the honey, Karen had to stand on the side of the plate to even get a shot at this, she did manage to scoop some out and spread it, but it was even harder for her than the butter as it was so sticky. Never the less, she covered most of the toast while I enjoyed the show and slurped coffee.
But then, when she was almost complete, she tripped and fell backwards onto the sticky toast. "Aaah!" she squealed as the knife clattered on the bench top. "Eeep!! I can't move!" she cried squirming, but undeniably stuck to the honey.
I snickered at her demise, and lifted up the toast closer to my face, "Mmmm, looks like tasty toast mum, I see you really put yourself into your work." I teased my helpless mother. "Matt please don't eat me!" she screamed. "Oh okay, I suppose I can go vegetarian for this meal." I said and gently grabbing her by her ankle, I slowly peeled her off the toast.
Upside down and half covered in honey Karen dangled in the air "Well this is undignified." she commented as I crunched on my toast grinning...
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