Today is a rather big day, as her son is leaving for a travel across the world, so Mrs. Osborne decides to make pancakas.
She uses her new, shiny mixer to mix the batter together. It's a very handy tool, she muses as she wonder why anyone would ever want to hinder technology. Except for the Lingondale Historic Buildings Conservations Society of course.
"I have to leave for the shop," Mr. Osborne informs his wife as he comes downstairs. "I forgot that I have a shipment coming in today, and the postman is going to be mad at me if I don't see him." He promised that he would be back to drive them to the airport.
The pancakes were turning out wonderful, golden brown and fluffy, even the first one, which was seldom the case.
Aidan was already up when she went to wake him and his sister. "Oh, have you been awake for a long time?" she asked.
"Not for long, but I wanted to pack one more thing," Aidan said, but his mother could hear that he was more nervous than he was letting on.
In fact Aidan was a bit worried about where he was going, even though he was looking forward to the trip. This was the longest he would have been away from his family, both in time and distance. But he was sure that it would go well.
The kitchen smelled wonderful from the pancakes, all of them absolutely perfect.
Aidan got the tea as Mrs. Osborne placed Jason in his high chair. "I know how much all of you like pancakes," she said.
Mr. Osborne arrived as his family members had finished breakfast. He had grabbed a sandwich at the grocery store, just across his store as he had met Mr. Reynard, the owner, who was just opening up.
Mr. Osborne was just was worried as his wife about his son's travel, but he
And once everyone was in the car, they drove to the airport to see Aidan off.
"I hope he remembers to send a few postcards!" Ava said.
