6am Saturday - I wake and stumble downstairs. Chappie gleefully follows. It's Saturday - she doesn't have to wait for showers before breakfast. 6:02 - Chappie's done with her morning activities and I can settle down to read the newspaper. The dog is in a vocal mood this morning - she lays in her dog bed and moans. 8:00 - Sonic and Tails (aka Melinda and Gretchen) saunter downstairs. Prof McGonagall (Tracey) soon to follow. Melinda and Gretchen are in the mood to make their own breakfasts. Gretchen decides on "Gretchen-style-french-toast." For the uninitiated - this means toast with maple syrup on it. Today, she supplemented with peanuts. As she poured the syrup - Tracey called out "No molasses hand" Aside on the term "molasses hand" When Melinda was in pre-K and she stayed for past the morning session, she needed a sack lunch. Occasionally I won the preparation lottery. Frequently, Melinda wanted to participate in food selecti...