The twins whined and grumbled and sassed a bit, but grudgingly they dragged themselves out of bed and dressed. They stumbled to the kitchen and scowled at the eggs on the table.
"I wanted pancakes," JP mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Tough, you get egg in a nest," EJ said, making up another batch. The twins each had one egg, and two eggs were sitting on a plate waiting for Kitty. "When does Mr. McCleary get up? How many is he going to want?"