Sometimes on a Saturday morning
Sometimes on a Saturday morning Lucy and I will get up out of our warm comfy beds, and we make pancakes for breakfast.
I would snatch the flour packet out of the pantry, while Lucy would grab the eggs, milk, and butter out of the fridge. Then we would get the salt and sugar from the bench. We would mix the dry ingredients into the mixing bowl, then add in the wet ingredients. We would fry up the mix until golden brown. I would go around the house and asked everytime what they wanted on their pancakes, and by this time Theo would by up and watching t.v.
While we were waiting for the other pancakes to cook, we would put the cooked pancakes in the oven to keep them warm. When all the pancakes were made, we would call everyone to the table and we would dig into the scrumptious pancakes
I would snatch the flour packet out of the pantry, while Lucy would grab the eggs, milk, and butter out of the fridge. Then we would get the salt and sugar from the bench. We would mix the dry ingredients into the mixing bowl, then add in the wet ingredients. We would fry up the mix until golden brown. I would go around the house and asked everytime what they wanted on their pancakes, and by this time Theo would by up and watching t.v.
While we were waiting for the other pancakes to cook, we would put the cooked pancakes in the oven to keep them warm. When all the pancakes were made, we would call everyone to the table and we would dig into the scrumptious pancakes
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