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Breakfast, the first meal consumed before starting the day, was regarded by both Wittebane brothers as the most important.
There was never a breakfast food that the boys didn't enjoy eating, primarily because most of them could be eaten with jam or butter.
As the sky warmed up and shone with sunrise one morning, Philip and Caleb were in their beds, dreaming and sleeping peacefully.
Philip was dreaming about walking and talking breakfast foods with silly smiley faces and pencil-thin arms and legs.
He and the foods were riding horses and donkeys together.
Meanwhile, Caleb's dream consisted of him getting the chance to guzzle down a cup of rum for breakfast every morning like a strong and heroic grown-up.
Being kind and generous, the blonde chooses to share some of his liquor with his favorite woodland birds.
A brown eye suddenly opens as it scans the bedroom before shifting its attention to Philip.
As both of his eyes open, a small smile begins to spread on Caleb's face as he sees his brother sleeping so soundly.
Without making a single noise, the blonde slowly slips out of bed before quietly tiptoeing to the door.
Once he's outside of the room, he sends another gentle smile to Philip and silently shuts the door.
...
After an hour or so had passed, Philip's lids slowly opened.
The brunette slowly arose from his covers and sat up.
"Ah-hhaaa," Philip yawned sluggishly, extending his arms out in a stretch.
While gradually wiping the sleep from his eyes with his arm, his small nose was immediately greeted by a wonderful aroma wafting from downstairs.
The smell was a combination of batter and melted butter coming together and creating a delicious baby.
A small gasp left a sparkly-eyed Philip as he quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the door.
He was eager to get to the dining room and dig into breakfast.
...
Caleb heard footsteps hurrying downstairs.
When the oldest spun around, he saw his baby brother standing at the kitchen entrance with the biggest smile on his face.
"Oh, good morning, Philip!" Caleb chuckled.
Walking over to the dining room table, the blonde transferred the delicious surprise he prepared for Philip onto a wooden plate on the table from the black cast iron skillet he was holding.
"I made you breakfast," he told the younger with a smile.
Philip zipped over to the table. "You made pancakes!" Philip cheered as he quickly took his seat.
"Yes, I did!" Caleb laughed, but his smile quickly became nervous.
"I apologize for the lumps that are in them."
"Huh?" Philip took note of the massive amount of bumpy clumps that were in the two pancakes on his plate.
"Oh..."
"I know," Caleb spoke quietly, looking down.
"If you don't like them, I can always--"
Philip dove face first into his plate and quickly ripped a spongy piece from one of his pancakes with his teeth.
This caught Caleb off guard.
After chewing, Philip swallowed, humming with delight.
"Caleb!" Philip exclaimed excitedly.
"These taste amazing! You're the bestest pancake maker in the whole world!"
In the whole world?
Caleb's face lit up when he heard those words.
"Really, Pip?"
Philip nodded and took another large bite out of his pancake without using the fork or knife in front of him.
Caleb chuckled bashfully.
"Thank you, Pip."
The blonde smiled softly.
"That's some very high praise," he whispered.
For Caleb, it was the highest honor to see Philip enjoy his lumpy cooking that was carefully prepared with lots of flour and love.