Breakfast Was Never Late (According to Minnow)

Minnow had an internal clock that never failed.

The moment breakfast time arrived, she let us know. Waiting patiently wasn’t really her style. If we didn’t move fast enough, she’d throw a full-blown Toller tantrum that was impossible not to laugh at.

She’d grab a couch pillow and parade around the house with it. She’d push things off the coffee table like a mischievous cat, tossing them into the air while carrying on an animated conversation in true Toller fashion. And if Scott happened to be relaxing on the couch? She’d grab his blanket and start pulling it off him as if to say…

“Enough relaxing. Breakfast isn’t going to serve itself.”

She knew exactly what she was doing.