Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Hugs for Breakfast


Sunday through Friday, a child from a different culture wakes up each day to a healthy breakfast. Just as important as what their parents lovingly prepare for them is what they honestly crave...


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On Sunday, I heard Mom fill the kettle and Dad's bicycle clank into the street.
I put on my clothes, opened my curtains, and walked downstairs. 

Bonjour, Elise. What would you like for breakfast?” asked Mom.

Dad kicked opened the kitchen door. “Baguette and croissants! The jam's on the table. Here's the orange juice,” he said before I could answer.

Merci” I smiled.

On Monday, I heard Mom and Dad fill the kettle and set out the dishes.
I put on my clothes, opened my curtains, and walked downstairs.

יום טוב [Boker Tov], Sam. What would you like for breakfast?” asked Dad.

Mom took off her apron. “The vegetable salad is coming together. Cream cheese is on the table. Here's some bread,” she said before I could answer.

תודות [Toda ].” I pulled out my chair.

On Tuesday, I heard Mom and Dad fill the kettle and set out the dishes.
I put on my clothes, opened my curtains, and walked downstairs. 

Guten Morgen, Anna. What would you like for breakfast?” asked Mom.

Dad wiped off the cutting board. “I'm slicing cheese. The ham is on the table. Here's your soft-boiled egg,” he said before I could answer.

Danke.” I sat down.

On Wednesday, I heard Mom and Dad fill the kettle and set out the dishes.
I put on my clothes, opened my curtains, and walked downstairs. 

Buenos dias, Louis. What would you like for breakfast?” asked Dad.

Mom took a jar from the shelf. “I'm just stirring your pudding. The honey is on the table. Here's the cinnamon,” she said before I could answer.

Gracias.” I scooted up my chair.

On Thursday, I heard Mom and Dad fill the kettle and set out the dishes.
I put on my clothes, opened my curtains, and walked downstairs. 

Buon giorno, Jina. What would you like for breakfast?” asked Mom.

Dad shook a pan on the stove. “The tomatoes are frying. The spinach is on the table. Here's the ham,” he said before I could answer.

Grazie.” I picked up my fork.

On Friday, I heard Mom and Dad fill the tea kettle and set out the dishes.
I put on my clothes, opened my curtains, and walked downstairs. 

Good morning, John. What would you like for breakfast?” asked Mom.

Dad closed the fridge. “Scrambled eggs! The bacon is on the table. Here's the toast,” he said before I could answer.

“Thank you.” I reached for a plate.

On Saturday, we didn't hear Mom and Dad fill the tea kettle and set out the dishes.
We put on our clothes, opened our curtains, and tip-toed into their rooms.

“But, what are we having for breakfast?” they asked. 

Calins!” “Khibukim!” “Umarmungen!” “Abrazos!” “Abbracio!” “Hugs!”
We said before they could answer.

What do you think?
*What, or who, wakes you up in the morning? What do you do first?
*What is your favorite breakfast? Which breakfasts in this story sound good to you?
*Can you guess which culture matches each child? French, Hebrew, German, Spanish, Italian, or English

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