Thursday morning, we three had a slow start from staying up late, plus the slight dread of having to work the whole day had us dragging our feet.
Grampa had been sitting in the living room when we stumbled down the stairs. He slowly got up. "About time. Let me get heat up your burritos."
"Burritos?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, not sure if I was all the way awake yet.
"Yea, I prepped some breakfast burritos to clear up some space in the fridge." Grampa explained. "Individually wrapped, stored in the freezer. Pop it in the microwave for a minute or two and you boys will be ready to go. Dave, come set the fruit out."
"What's going to be in these burritos exactly?" Dave asked, taking a bowl of apples, oranges, and bananas from the kitchen counter to the dining table.
