Daddy looked in the cupboard and decided that breakfast for Top Ender and Baby Boy would be porridge seeing as the snow was still quite thick on the ground.
He was helping Baby Boy to eat his when;
"This doesn't taste right Daddy" said Top Ender
"What do you mean?" answered Daddy
"Mummy makes it with flavour" said Top Ender
Daddy did tell me, but grudgingly so.